After his car broke down, Rock realized he would have to walk to class, which was at a community college at the end of a complex route he had only travelled once before. Rock was soon lost and frustrated. It was crucial he not miss class, but he knew he had no way to find it, and that furthermore he didn't have enough information to ask anyone for directions. He couldn't remember the school's address or even its name.
As he wandered miles from his apartment, Rock stumbled upon a large group of Little Rock Hash House Harriers gathered in a mini-mart parking lot and was immediately relieved. He had found them at last, clearly from the start his single objective.
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