The Imagined Phantom of Abebe Bikila

Between the sole and the tongue, there was fire. Jerry was running and hell was following. It was coming up on him with a sloppy gait. It’s feet was moving with no technique and all power. It snorted and sounded rage. The ground seemed to thunder as the creature bounded towards Jerry. Suddenly the line was crossed and Jerry had ran four thousand meters. The beast inhaled deeply and quickly found his inhaler.


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