I see the typical litter while I'm running here in Suburbia. This morning I saw a cigarette pack, and I see fast food trash and beer bottles way too often. On my seven-mile run last week, I saw a condom wrapper. All about what you'd expect from people who think the entire world is their trash can. But today I ran past a half-full (I'm such an incurable optimist) gallon of milk. Um, ok then.
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