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    All I remember is the running. The pounding of the tough gravel, uneven pavement, and soft earth beneath my feet. The sweat that slowly drips from the top of your forehead, trickles down the side of your face and then stops, right by the corner of your lips, almost as if it is mocking, teasing your need for water. The...