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The Race MAG

By Anonymous

   The smell of chlorine

The spirit of competition in the air

The glimmering lights reflecting off the still water

The silence of the hushed and anticipating crowd

The sound of goggles slapping against flesh

Then those fierce referee words

"Swimmers, take your mark"

The sound of a gunshot exploding through the arena

The sudden splash of flesh meeting water

And they're off

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