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Run

Run. Run like your life depends on it. Run like your mother’s life depends on it.
Just run, run, run until you can’t breathe anymore. Run, run, run until you can’t take another step.

And then take another step. And another. And keep going.

Leave it all on the field.
Leave nothing back.

Run. Just run.

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About Quinn

In it but not of it. A reformed player, now watcher. Speaker of raw truths.

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Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

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