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My brother was valiant when he was in cross country, and I wanted to feel the same way. As i made my way to the start line on the track, i was nervous but that first place is mine to take. As the shot fired us to start, i felt the air breeze against my face, and my legs felt as light as a feather, one, two, three and four laps have gone by. As i was approaching the finish line fearlessly, and as i thoughts of my righteous victory of first place. If only my brother could see me now, he would be proud. Too bad he's in the army.
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