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He had to think about her question for a moment before responding. Oliver didn't really keep a log, even though he probably should have. But on days he was distance running, he stuck to the same trail - since they all were different lengths and had varying levels of difficulty - and tried to make it past the last landmark he could remember getting to if his body allowed it. "I'd say roughly seven miles or so. Alternating between running, jogging, and walking, of course."
As for school, yes, they did have a good foundation for their learning. All of the professors made sure that the lot of them weren't just being thrown into the real world to be instantly eaten by a Hidebehind or pummeled by a Sasquatch. "Indeed. And, honestly, we're definitely better off navigating the world on our own now. So it's time to leave the nest, so to speak." That was easier said than done, of course.
The unknown future was a bit daunting, though the Wampus supposed they had no choice but to take it one day at a time. He nodded when she stated that it was better to be prepared than behind and spoke of wanting to stay in the States. He could relate to not wanting to leave a mother behind. "With my brother in London, it's just been me and mom. So I'll be staying with her for a while. She'd like me to stay, honestly."
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