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sprints on the university track, January chill causes steam to rise from my head and arms. my leggings feel too small now and the Gatorade tastes like chaser, I'm getting the hang of it finally. you push me, telling me "Durham's got the hills" you've got the calves, you get the girls, and I'm the one who runs with you I'm the one who tries keeping up.
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 9:42 PM UTC
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sprints on the university track, January chill causes steam to rise from my head and arms. my leggings feel too small now and the Gatorade tastes like chaser, I'm getting the hang of it finally. you push me, telling me "Durham's got the hills" you've got the calves, you get the girls, and I'm the one who runs with you I'm the one who tries keeping up.
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 9:42 PM UTC
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