We all line up except for this guy in a wheelchair, Devyn. He smiles at me when I line up, introduces himself. He has a movie star smile, just white teeth and charisma, big eyes, dark skin. Furthermore, he’d be perfect looking if he didn’t have such a large nose, but the truth is it looks good on him, natural and powerful. Furthermore, he winks at Issue, who blushes.“You can do it, Is,” he says. She rolls her eyes, twists her lip, and says, “As long as I don’t pass out.”“If you pass out, I’ll put you in my lap and wheel you across the finish line,” he says, and it somehow isn’t sleazy because you can tell by his eyes how much he cares about Issue. I instantly like him. She blushes worse. Her face looks like she’s already sprinted a mile.

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