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Monday, 22 September 2014

Cross Contry Dictagloss.


Start your writing here: I'm so thankful that cross country is only once a year. Keep running and don’t stop as I told myself. mud squashed under my feet as I ran through the reserve. “ I could hear my heart pound against my chest as I inhale and exhale. The final burst of energy I sprinted towards the finish line “ yay everyone cheered.

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