Rush.
That's what we're in.
A rush.
That's what it's called.
A rush.
Hurry, before we miss it.
A rush.
Crash and burn, let's try again.Late.
We're late.
Late.
We didn't make it in time.
Late.
Unfashionably late.
Late.
Maybe next time?Hurry.
We must hurry.
Hurry.
We are in a hurry.
Hurry.
It's beginning to flurry.
Hurry.
There it goes again.
Hurry.
It's gone again.
Hurry.
One more.Go.
There it is.
Go. Go.
Right in front of us.
Go. Go. Go.
We can see it!
Go. Go. Go. Go.
Ten, nine, eight...
Go. Go. Go. Go. Go.
Three seconds!
GO!
It's gone, for the last time.
Let's try again tomorrow, shall we?

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