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I walked an hour.

I worked more than my expected claims per hour.

Despite living in a small city/big Boston suburb most of my life, there are parts of my hometown I have not seen. Like certain historical houses, and some historical looking houses.

I did all this on a salad, seltzer, iced tea . . . and an occasional Diet Dr. Pepper, Irish chocolate-covered cookies, and pretzel goldfish.

It feels good. Tiring but good. I just wish I could figure how to transport some characters from a ghost town by the seashore to the big city.