I got to the track above the basketball court. I put in my headphones, blasted music, and began my running.
All of my cares were cast as I ran around. My purple-highlights began to glisten with the lights as I kept on running.
While I was minding my own business, I briefly saw who was playing basketball beneath the track.
It was that one girl who was starting that intermural team. We met before, but I couldn’t remember her name.
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