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 “Huff... huff... gotta get home fast...”, Gracie, or as most people called her Grace, said as she pedaled her bike home as fast as she could. Her slender frame made it easy for her to stand up and pedal her bike, using her weight as a way to force the pedals to turn at a higher speed. Her wavy light brown hair which looked like bronze and that was usually by her shoulders was now flying wildly behind her as the speed of her movement. Her purple eyes with regards to contacts were watering as the air battered against them in her quest to arrive at her home as fast as possible. She had to get home fast because today was the day that