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... and I was panting for air. It wouldn’t have been weird if I had fallen at any moment, but I continued to run. Even if all my joints were broken, even if my muscles were torn into shreds, I would not stop charging.

My eyes were set on only one thing: the weight I had thrown. The weight had drawn a parabola in the sky and was falling at an alarming rate. I raced toward the estimated landing spot.

I could do this. At my pace, I could easily catch the weight. I was sure of it.

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