He stood on the pavement, with a mate

Waiting for the marathon runners, to pass by

Not because he enjoyed marathons

It was Sunday, it was hot, they had nothing else to do

Mocking sweaty “Fit freaks”

Would pass an hour or two

He noticed two girls close by

Whispering while giggling

“Fuck it, come on mate, let’s give it, a try”

He approached the tallest one, she had nice lips

“Where you from?” He, cheekily asked

“Where you from?” was her reply

That was enough for him

That was the starting gun

They ran

She came in, second

To none


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