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Easy Running in the Mud

She was fast. I couldn’t believe the speed she was running at. Wasn’t I supposed to be the state record holder? Well, not for sprinting, I suppose… but we were sprinting for a long time… Still, it was incredible. I pushed myself onwards, determined to prove myself to her. Suddenly, just as the thunder cracked overhead, I hit my stride.
Suddenly, running was easy. Easy as breathing.

Running.

Breathing.

Running.

Breathing.

It was simple, easy, and invigorating. I don’t know why we stopped, why I stopped. I never wanted to stop. But suddenly I was on the ground next to her. I wondered if she’d felt it. That strange, intense, invigorating feeling as we’d run. She started giggling. I laughed with joy, she must have felt it too. She must have.
Finally, we settled down. I looked at her, her face was a picture of happiness. Rain rolled down off her face, her eyelashes. She was dripping wet, totally soaked to the bone. She looked at me.
Unable to resist, I leaned forward. She did too.

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