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Run to Live, Live to run.
Everyday she loved to run, in the moon and in the sun. Through the snow, sleet, and rain, running never gave her pain. It made her happy and set her free, in her heart she held the key. The black asphalt track was very rough, but made her very tough. The starting line was the place to be, she only love to run the 3. There was rarely someone who, Ever wanted to run a 2. As the gun went off, her adrenaline started. Feet went flying, starters parted. 8 laps to run, feeling good, running fast like she hoped she would. 5,4,3 laps now, her feet had begun to plow. It was the final lap, the bell had rung, out of breathe her shoulders hung. She kicked it in, began to sprint, how she finished? Here's a hing! Now she's happy, the best here. She won the meet, no one was near.
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