racing the clock <3

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You sprint down the metal stairs, the small red bag in your left hand. The small clanking of the steps under your black shoes. You finally make it to the concrete of the street. As you run to the right side of the yellow building you look down to your watch. "9:58" you gasp a small breath of the cold air from the late night.  You sprint up the stairs faster than you ever have. The cold of the handle bar running up your hand. As well as the noise of every step you take on the stairs scaring you a little bit more, thinking you aren't going to make it up the stairs. You finally reach the last step and look at the small clock wrapped along your wrist. "9:59" "YES I MADE IT IN TIME..WOOHOO!" you squeal while jumping up and down.

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