[ WP ] Every morning she puts on her sweats , laces her shoes , downs some coffee , and goes running with a dead man .

Janine *never actually thought* that a genie in a lamp would actually be a big blue Arabic guy like in Disney, but here she was standing before one, curly mustache and all. What the genie never expected, however, was the wish he received. He had been doing this job for thousands of years - hell, *eons* - and he had never heard someone wishing for this. But contractually obliged as he was, he could n't argue with the lass, only flick his fingers and answer the call. 
 
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 So, as she had done every morning for the past ten years, Janine put on her sweats. Not the nice sweats you wear around work friends when you want to appear comfortable *and* classy mind you. No, these were the sweats Janine had worn time and time again until little holes appeared at the creases but she continued to wear because Mark had gotten them for her on their honeymoon and she could n't bear to throw them away. 
 
 She laced her shoes up. Her grayed and dirty sneakers were the Walmart knock off brands of the expensive running shoes all the moms that lived in her neighborhood wore. But these suited her needs - she never was the type to run marathons or join clubs. No, she worked out because she wanted to look as good at dinner as she did on her wedding night. 
 
 She sipped her coffee. Her favorite time of the day was when she was able to breathe in the calming smoke that rose from her mug as she stared across the table at Mark as he studied today's paper, specifically the economics section. His nose scrunched up whenever a stock he was invested in took a dive and each time her heart fluttered like it did back when they were in high school stealing kisses in the trunk of her car. Janine would watch this every morning, even when the sickness set in and she had to bring the paper to the hospital. 
 
 Finally Janine opened the door to the outside world and held it open as a shady figure only she could see passed through the archway - it too was laced up for a morning run. And just like every morning since the wish brought Mark back to her, she took off down Maple Street as a scrunched nose figure tried to keep pace. 
 
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