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My heart beats for all it’s worth. My chest is burning with fiery lactic acid. The sound of my breath is loud in the surrounding silence. I’m not thinking, I’m just moving as fast as I can. “Faster”, he yells. I glance at my legs and will them to run faster, but they physically can’t move any more than this. Somewhere in the back of my mind there’s a  small voice who… Läs mer