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Nov 6
The prize, just keep your eye on the prize. The buzzer sounds as I stuff my face, not daring to lose this race. Hot dog after hot dog, I don't slow down. Victory is in my sight, there's no stopping me now. The buzzer dings, my hands held high in the air. I've won, completely fair and square.
(This is a funny one. I asked my boyfriend for a word and a feeling and he gave me 'Hot Dog' and 'Triumphant' birthing whatever this is lol)
Millie
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Millie  19/F
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