* The runner pounds by, gravel kicking out behind him
his floppy hair slicked against his forehead
the muscles in his calves pump and his nostrils flare as he
puts one foot in front of the other, propelling himself forward
he looks like he's about to fall down yet he keeps a steady pace
stealy determination all over his face.
I applaud him.
he looks over and a grin spreads over his sweaty face
...he's kinda cute when he smiles.
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