Then He's Gone to the Park, Where Aree You?

'I'd go to the park, where aree you? Where are you?' On normal three and a half miles around, keeping my eyes peeled for him. The first day i ran, a monday, i ran around the park and didn't see him. He was about my height, downy, black, had an annoyingly good hair line. Was wearing some glasses. And now that i was finally face to face with my nemesis fi, all i could do was be polite. Hows to sav maveis is ove ahead?" 'So this is a weard thing, but i'm a journaist and it host of podcard school,' he replied