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Running Together

Running Together

I ran the 5K, starting behind the lads in their football shirts. As the flag lowered, off they raced up the hill, looking across to check that they were ahead of their mates. Then in turn, each boy heard the light footfalls of someone approaching from behind. They glanced back, concerned that a friend was about to overtake. Panic! Not a mate, it was an old lady.

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