My Red Tie

Dash for Some MuscleThat water tastes so good, he thought. As Dash held the bottle to his lips, he sculled down every tangible drop. Once empty, the small plastic vessel was tossed aside. He wiped the sweat from his brow. He sat on the bench, head in his hands, and stared at the cold floor. He just couldn't fathom it. Nature had never been this cruel.Dash for Some Muscle
The kids were stunned to pieces at such a display. Never had such a thing been seen before. By the fiftieth and final lap, their eyes were bugging out of their sockets. Their legs felt tired just watching. A sufficiently warmed-up Dash Parr stepped off the running track, head held high and arms s
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Let's just keep going, shall we?
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