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Rachelle
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Life is like running a mile.
As compared, a lot of things are like running a mile.
Some regard it with dread, some with resolve for success, some without any unease for the oncoming task. Yet despite whatever outlook one associates with the mile, the starting line remains on the track, waiting. It is marking of the departure and the arrival, the place where all are alike, a spot where the future is untainted.
The stopwatch lies in the hands of an unknown. The unknown activates the timer when it sees fit.
The mile begins.
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