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The lightning

The thunder

Aroma of seduction filled the air

Glances were thrown, whispers were heard

Sweat was wiped

Feet moved fast


Hands worked faster than the clock which had a timer

Orders were spewed

People were pleased

Oh, look at that:

The games had begun. 


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