The Door
“You keep moving. The way Forrest did.”
Start Reading BelowThe year is 1994.
Forrest Gump is running.
Not from something. Not toward something most people would recognize as a destination. He just started one day and kept going. Across Alabama. Across the country. Three years, two months, fourteen days.
People followed him because they needed a reason to and he was moving so they moved with him.
Jenny never did.
She was busy.
You know what Jack Dawson had?
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