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a track meet.
Schilling out sh bleachers. waiting for my race.
girls in uniforms EVERYWHERE.
group ofthem are the field stretching.
thinking naughty thoughts.
boner is hidden by bombtrack pants.
HEY ANDN WE CANT FIND JOE YOU HAVE TD TAKE HIS SPOT."
Mr. Johnson into my waistband as I stand up.
Stolid Snake my way across the field.
pants off. am now only wearing bright yellow shortyshorts.
quickly to my blocks.
sirens hide the massive bulge.
TTHE MOMENT OF TRUTH IS AT HAND-
Booner immediately frees itself.
bouncing and waving dramatically.
loud slap can be heard each time it hits mythics.
TTHIS IS UNACCEPTABLE.
alt begins spinning as we round the corner-
DDNT W( WRRY BUDDY- NE GOT YOUR BACK."
AHOLIC( APTER MADE: ENGAGED.
propels me into first.
DLY SHIT I FEEL LIKE A
the black kids.
prophetic vision sf sne day creating a helicopter made stricks-
Sstill have to walk all the way back across the field to the starting line to retrieve my pants.
my boner shamelessly protrude.
NDT A SINGLE FUCK WAS GIVEN.