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Kim wrung the chlorine out of her soaking tresses. She grabbed Ron's hand whom was just about to take another dive into the public pool. "Ron," She bleated, "We have to run some laps now, it's Sunday and we're running out of time!" Kim dragged him along to the track. Ron groaned and tried to reach for his towel. "Kim . . . my towel." Ron coaxed her, his feet coming to a halt. "No time." Kim said pulling her friend harder. "Kim, don't lose your mind, you can't go jogging in a halter bikini. . ." Ron said to her, immediately signifying the problem. Kim stared down at her exposed body and sighed. "I suppose you're right. Head down to the locker room to get cleaned up, we'll reconvene back at the track in five minutes." Kim said grabbing her duffle and marching off towards the woman's locker room. Ron didn't bicker; he just hurried in his respected direction to get into his gym uniform.
In the locker room, Kim opened her duffle. Inside was a hair tie, her mission clothes, clean undergarments, socks, sweat pants, shorts, an old over-sized tee-shirt, sneakers, her make-up kit and her compact mirror. Kim looked around the locker room quickly. It was empty. Kim stripped herself of her swim suit and quickly hopped into her shorts and draped the tee- shirt over her head. Kim zipped her duffle again and secured her wet tangled curls into a bun as she was hurrying back towards the track.
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Ron was fatigued and was struggling to keep up with his best friend Kim. And he wasn't the only one worn-out; Rufus was panting from inside of Ron's pocket, and he wasn't even running! Kim was determined to win this fight. And whenever Kim put her mind to something, she'd never feel the pain. Ron however wasn't as resistant as her. Ron had been beseeching her to slow down but she told him to pick up the pace. "Listen, eventually we're going to have to face this battle thing Ron," Kim pronounced breathlessly, "I want to be absolutely ready." Kim now was on her fifth lap. Ron wondered if there was a difference from being prepared, and too prepared.
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Kim wrung the chlorine out of her soaking tresses. She grabbed Ron's hand whom was just about to take another dive into the public pool. "Ron," She bleated, "We have to run some laps now, it's Sunday and we're running out of time!" Kim dragged him along to the track. Ron groaned and tried to reach for his towel. "Kim . . . my towel." Ron coaxed her, his feet coming to a halt. "No time." Kim said pulling her friend harder. "Kim, don't lose your mind, you can't go jogging in a halter bikini. . ." Ron said to her, immediately signifying the problem. Kim stared down at her exposed body and sighed. "I suppose you're right. Head down to the locker room to get cleaned up, we'll reconvene back at the track in five minutes." Kim said grabbing her duffle and marching off towards the woman's locker room. Ron didn't bicker; he just hurried in his respected direction to get into his gym uniform.
In the locker room, Kim opened her duffle. Inside was a hair tie, her mission clothes, clean undergarments, socks, sweat pants, shorts, an old over-sized tee-shirt, sneakers, her make-up kit and her compact mirror. Kim looked around the locker room quickly. It was empty. Kim stripped herself of her swim suit and quickly hopped into her shorts and draped the tee- shirt over her head. Kim zipped her duffle again and secured her wet tangled curls into a bun as she was hurrying back towards the track.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * At the track . . . * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Ron was fatigued and was struggling to keep up with his best friend Kim. And he wasn't the only one worn-out; Rufus was panting from inside of Ron's pocket, and he wasn't even running! Kim was determined to win this fight. And whenever Kim put her mind to something, she'd never feel the pain. Ron however wasn't as resistant as her. Ron had been beseeching her to slow down but she told him to pick up the pace. "Listen, eventually we're going to have to face this battle thing Ron," Kim pronounced breathlessly, "I want to be absolutely ready." Kim now was on her fifth lap. Ron wondered if there was a difference from being prepared, and too prepared.
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