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Faster. I have to run faster. I have to get away. I’ll bet they’re yelling, trying to get me to stop. I don’t even consider stopping for a second. After what they’ve done to me, nothing could convince me to turn around. That would be like consenting to walk into hell. So I continue, attempting to pick up... Speed.

I bet they think that they can catch me by chasing me in their mangy little excuse of a  truck. If only they would’ve kept a better eye on me while they could. Then maybe this wouldn’t be happening.

But they don't know. They don't know that I have a secret. A secret that I've been keeping for a while now, exercising it, figuring out how to use it. And this secret will most definitely work in my favor if I use it correctly...



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