A Breath of Fresh Air

Jennifer always enjoyed jogging in the park.

That morning, however, something felt different. There was a rather unusual cold breeze following her.

Must be the wind.

She picked up the pace and felt it again.

Definitely the wind.

By the time she reached the middle of the park, she finally stopped.

Something seemed off. She looked around. She glanced over her shoulder.

Then she looked down.

"Oh."

Apparently, she’d overlooked a small detail of her running outfit.

“Well,” she sighed, “at least now I know why everyone I ran past was smiling.”

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