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JAMESBJOHNSON
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I was on the track team in high school. I ran hurdles. Then one day our coach drafted me to compete in a 100 yard dash event. Hurdles and sprints are not on the same planet, my best friend and team mate, a sprinter, broke his leg on my hurdle. He was a rabbit not a gazelle.
Anyway, I fell on my face when the starter pistol cracked, and limped to the finish line.
I notice stories do the same. If the beginning isn't good the story is fucked.
Anyway, I fell on my face when the starter pistol cracked, and limped to the finish line.
I notice stories do the same. If the beginning isn't good the story is fucked.