My ex-flatmate and I used to jog around the block in the evenings.
When we were done and returned home afterward, we would take the long way around to get to our unit.
On the way there were speed humps, those big round silver ones. And we used to hop-jump on them as a ritual after the jog. I know it sounds silly, but it is the silly things that makes us who we are…
At the shopping mall close to my new house, they also have those speed humps.
I feel compelled to hop-jump on them, when walking past.
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