The act of running while in Italy appears to be a dangerous one. This past week on our northern field trip another one of us was consumed by the varied elevation of the dreaded cobbles. My roommate unwittingly fell victim to the medieval fabric. Wham bam and a broken collar bone. 6 weeks no fun, no cooking, no carrying bags. Poor guy. I wish him the best and a speedy recovery, my belly is grumbling.
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I don't want to have to tell you this again, give us names when people get hurt. Who is your roommate?
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