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“Sure”

I inhale through round away My next breath is easier My body takes over I fall into step next to Ryan

We’re doing an eight-minute mile Faster than my usual pace Slower than his

We’re already such a good fake couple, co speed

My thoughts drift away as round

Pounding the pavement clears my head When I run, it doesn’twith my life

It doesn’t matter that my mom chooses booze over me

It doesn’t matter that Ryan barely knows I’m female

Running is like sex When it’s good, it’s the only thing that matters

I forget aboutexcept my body

We stay like that for two ether

The sky streaks red as Ryan stops at a water fountain He pushes his hair behind his ear, bends, drinks

His messy waves fall to his shoulders as he stands

He fills his bottle then steps aside Motions to the fountain

I place my hands on the stone My ass brushes his hip as I bend