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"Fuck. Unterzucker am Kommen. Fuck. Meile 17 erst. Fuck. Scheisse. Muss ich wohl das PowerGel nehmen. Fuck. Vanille? Fuck. Igitt. Ah, Schoko. Her damit. Fuck. Muss Armheben dafuer. Fuck. 1. 2. 3. Arm hoch! Fuck. Das war hart. Scheisse."
Heute Morgen...
"Did you hear me scream."
"No mate, sorry."
"Did you see me?"
"No mate, sorry."
"I was an arms length away!"
"Sorry mate, no offense. Much appreciated."
"I could've smacked you!"
"Thanks for reconsidering."
"I was on my bike just behind you for ten blocks."
"Really? Didn't see or hear you."
"WHAT?"
"I was screaming at the top of my lungs at mile 25.5."
"Ugh."
"Say it ain't so!"
"Sorry..."
"But this year you KNEW where I was."
"Sorry..."
"Awesome race. CONGRATULATIONS! You looked great!"
"Thanks! Where were you?"
"WHAT??"
"Sorry..."
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