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Run Her footsteps fall with mine on the packed dirt; a hearty slap sounding as my foot rocked back and into my gentle run. My face is red and heated, and sweat trickles down the back of my uniform that has BURLINGTON printed in big, white letters. Her run falls into a waddle, and she's holding her hands over her head, stretching like a madman to get the stitch out of her side. "Hey, Brianna," I say, stumbling up to her, my voice gentle and cut off by inhales.Run by ~zofraniro
Brianna looks at me, her long brown ponytail following her face. A few other runners whiz by us; I try to run again, my teeth scraping at the buds on my tongue in determination. My legs fee
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