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CHAPTER 25
At exactly five o’clock in the morning we were standing on the hill. My bag was at my back, pulled there and strapped tight for what was about to happen, I was not sure how it would end. Barely four hours of sleep and the food we had lay heavy on my belly, having it hell to even take a step and let us not start on my sore muscles. The previous day I had been acting like Rambo and there I was bearing the after math. I sighed, a large part of me just wanting to roll my way down but that would not fly with Mathew. The devil was next to me, doing press ups as a warm up, making me even madder for I could barely stand. I wanted to vomit everything I had ate, whose idea had it been even, I had got little sleep because I had been too full and now there I was about to run a marathon down the damn
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