Jane’s feet squished in the wet gravel. She was glad to be out and moving after two days of rain. Her bones had been creaking. Out of habit, she stayed to the right and walked to the beat of the music on her phone. A figure, a woman, approached in the middle of the path. She gave it little thought. People didn’t move until the last minute. But the distance closed and still no adjustment. A game of chicken, thought Jane. She looked at her new sneakers and the soggy ground to the right of the path. Who would win?
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