Hall of Infinite Doors

Your stumble looks realistic, and the boy bolts for the tree. You take a second on the ground to mock being upset about doing such a foolish thing in a race, get back up, and run again. You were right. The fall was just enough for him to take the win. Now he is 15 feet from your van. The boy bends over as though he is more tired than he possibly could be.
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