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            The price I must pay for my goal 
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            [June 30, 2016]  
			
			Dud 
			rounded the corner on his block and headed for the edge of town at 
			an easy jog. Well, easy for an Olympic miler, he thought. It was 
			making him breathe hard and he wasn’t even a block from the house. 
			But this is the price. Oh yes, the price I must pay for my goal.  | 
        
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			 “Dud,” said Doc, “I worry about 
			you spending so much time agonizing over that book of yours.” 
 “I have to do it, Doc,” Dud said. “There are still so many things to 
			plan in the book. Things like the duchess’s daughter and her 
			relationship with the truck driver on special assignment …”
 
 “I know that, Dudley,” Doc said, giving Dud a friendly arm squeeze, 
			“but what you need is a kind of cleansing. You know, empty your mind 
			and then let the ideas come. To me, the best idea has been to 
			exercise.”
 
 Dud looked at him strangely.
 
			
			 “Yep. Exercise, Dud. Get out and go jogging or play tennis or 
			something. Not only is the exercise good for your body, but it’ll 
			get that brain cleaned up and working all fresh again. And that 
			solution to your book problem will come. You’ll get it.”
 And that’s what had him chuffing and jogging and looking at the 
			trees and appreciating the beauty of the place he called home. But 
			try as he might, the exercise actually intensified his pondering the 
			novel he called “Murder in the Soggy Bottoms,” but was better known 
			to his friends as “The Duchess and the Truck Driver.” The first 
			draft of the book was rejected by a publisher eight years ago 
			because it had eight murders … in the first chapter. So Dud went 
			back to the drawing board and let seven of those people survive 
			through several more chapters. But it was the relationship. The 
			relationship. Why do things have to be so complicated?
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            After his run, he pulled up a chair at the philosophy counter at the 
			Mule Barn truck stop.
 “Well, Dud,” said Doc, kindly, “did you exercise?”
 
 “Ran a good mile or so, Doc.”
 
 “And did you get it? You know … the solution?”
 
 “I’m not sure,” Dud replied, “but I got tired.”
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