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Arms pumping, lungs heaving, the Olympic marathoner ran on in pursuit of a dream, ran on in spite of the pain and fatigue. She ran on until there was nothing left, because after this, there was nothing more.
Not for another four years. Entering the packed stadium, she stayed focused for she was chasing gold.
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