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Aug 2016
The sound will call the ears of ready runners, the race will be started, and I am the starting line.

BANG!

Now they're all sprinting away as fast as they can, and it's only a one hundred meter race to the end, so I'll never see any of them again.
AK93
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AK93  24/M/United States
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