Personal Best (Part 3)

I ran again on Monday and Tuesday, and then on Wednesday I met Sam in the park as we had arranged. I was to join her on her twenty-minute run. I noted that Sam was wearing the pale blue leggings and a pink long-sleeve top that she had bought on Saturday. From the outline of her figure I guessed she was wearing her new sports bra too. She had her long hair in a ponytail. After we’d said our ‘hellos’ I suggested we did a few warm-up stretches then head out on our run. As we started to jog I reminded her that we should maintain a speed that was comfortable to talk at. To ensure she did this I started the conversation by asking how her training had been going so far this week.

 

“I know I was due to start my training on Monday, but I couldn’t wait to try out my new running gear so I went out on Saturday afternoon and again on Sunday morning.” she said, sounding apologetic.

 

“That’s great as long as you didn’t do too much?” I reassured her, “Or go too fast.”

 

“I did about fifteen minutes on Saturday and about twenty minutes on Sunday.” she confirmed, “Only about the same speed as we’re doing now.”

 

“Well done! Have you started to keep a log of what you do as I suggested?” I enquired.

 

“I have.” Sam confirmed, “I may appear a bit frivolous at times, but I do listen.” she smiled, looking across at me.

 

“And how are you getting on with your new gear?” I asked.

 

“The shoes are great; much more supportive and cushioning than the ones I was wearing before. It’s like running on air.” Sam enthused, “And these leggings are so comfortable. Being seamless I can wear them with or without anything underneath. I haven’t got any panties on today and they feel fine.” she smiled, then continued saucily, “If you pull them down you’ll see my nunny! If you can remember what that is?”

“Your pussy.” I grinned, “How could I forget that! And that sounds like an invitation!”

  

“I don’t think your heart would cope Old Man!” Sam chuckled, “You’re blowing a bit already.”

 

Unfortunately she was correct. Her ‘comfortable to talk at’ speed was somewhat faster than mine. I asked her to slow down a tad, which she did.

 

“That better Old Man?” she mocked, “Or do you want me to go slower still?”

 

“That’s fine.” I said, “You were talking about your new gear.” I reminded her.

 

“I was. As you can probably tell, I’ve got my sports bra on. You shouldn’t be able to see my tits bobbing up and down now.” she tittered, “And I should be safe from jogger’s nipple.”

 

I looked across at Sam, her boobs were barely moving. With her tits not distracting me I was able to concentrate on Sam’s running style. Even at this slow speed I could tell that she had a natural, fluid gait that was both efficient and effective. I was sure that, as she got quicker and her stride lengthened, she’d be a fine runner. I knew if she stuck at it she would be difficult to keep pace with. I was going to have to put some extra training in just to keep up. On top of which she really was beautiful. Listening to her risqué banter had caused me to go hard. Fortunately I was wearing baggy jogging bottoms over my shorts so my swelling was imperceptible from the outside. At least I hoped it was! As I jogged alongside Sam I could feel my partially erect penis wagging to and fro between my legs. As I closely watched her I so wanted to pull her leggings down and expose her nunny.”

 

“You’re staring!” Sam exclaimed, bringing me out of my reverie, “Are you watching my tits again?” she quizzed.

 

“Not particularly, although they are very nice tits; I was actually admiring your running style.” I explained, “You could be a fine athlete.”

 

“Thank you.” she smiled, “Lucky for me then that I’ve got a good coach, eh Old Man?”

 

“It is.” I grinned, starting to see ‘Old Man’ as a term of endearment.

 

We completed our twenty minutes of jogging and finished up with a short warm down session. I was trying to instill in Sam the importance of the pre and post run routine even at this slow speed. Hopefully it would become second nature for Sam as her exercise regime got more intense. We agreed to meet again on Sunday after her longer run, by which time I would have prepared her Week Two schedule. As we parted I reminded Sam she should have a rest from running for two days. If she went to the gym she should avoid impact exercises and maybe spend some time on the rowing and cycling machines.

 

Before I met Sam again on the Sunday I went for a couple more runs myself. I wouldn’t say I felt fitter already, but I certainly felt more invigorated. Sam had given me a purpose, a new lease of life. I couldn’t wait to see her again.

 

I met Sam on Sunday lunchtime in the park just as she finished her thirty-minute jog. She was wearing her pale-blue leggings and a white tee shirt. Even though she’d only just stopped running she still managed to look gorgeous.

 

“How do you feel?” I asked.

 

“Not too bad considering that’s the longest time I’ve ever run for.” she replied, barely puffing, ”I didn’t go very fast though.”

 

“I don’t want you to go fast.” I reminded her, “At this point I just want you to get used to running for a certain period of time to build up your stamina. When you’re doing the race you’ll be running for about an hour. So you need to be used to that. Once you’re comfortable running for an hour we can work on your speed.”

 

“Do you really think I’ll be able to do the race in about an hour?” Sam sounded surprised.

 

“I don’t see why not.” I confirmed, “If you stick to the schedule.”

 

“I’d be delighted with that!” she beamed, “I thought it would be nearer an hour and fifteen minutes. That’s what they’re expecting at work.”

 

“I wasn’t going to tell you this but actually I’m aiming to get you fit enough to do sub-fifty-minutes.” I said, “It’ll be hard work to achieve that on your first run. But from what I’ve seen so far, you’re more than capable of it.”

 

“No way! You really think you can get me to run that quick?” she said sounding ecstatic, “If you can do that for me Old Man I’ll definitely show you my nunny!” she grinned elatedly.

 

“I’ll keep you to that!” I smiled broadly. “Now, did you stick to your schedule all through the week?”

 

“I did.” Sam smiled, “See, I can be a good girl.”

 

“Well done.” I commended her, “Next week I would like you to do much the same. Just increase all your runs by five minutes, except on Sunday, try and increase that by fifteen minutes if you’re able, so you’ll be out for forty-five minutes – just short of our target time. Same speed as this week and stick to running on the grass. Two days not running on Thursday and Friday. Is that clear?”

 

“That’s fine.” Sam nodded, “Will you be joining me at all?”

 

“I’ll run with you again on Wednesday if that’s okay?” I suggested.

 

“That’s great!” she smiled, “I enjoy running with you. In fact, I just enjoy being with you, even though you are an old man.” she added.

 

“Thank you.” I replied, ignoring the put-down, “I enjoy being with you too.”

 

With that we went our separate ways. I went out for a run myself on Monday and Tuesday, all the while looking forward to seeing Sam again on the Wednesday. Of course I kept thinking of what she’d said she’d do if she ran a sub-fifty-minute race. I knew she was a tease and a joker, but I actually think she meant it; she would show me her pussy – her ‘nunny' as she delightfully called it – if she achieved that time. What more of an incentive could I ask for?

 

On Wednesday I met Sam in the park again. Today we were due to run twenty-five minutes together. Sam was wearing her pale blue leggings and pink long-sleeve top. She had her long hair in a ponytail. We did our normal warm-up stretches then headed out on our run.

 

“How’s your week going?” I asked casually.

 

“All good so far. I recovered from Sunday’s longer run quite quickly, and did the two runs on Monday and Tuesday as per my schedule.” she responded cheerily, “Have you been out at all?”

 

“I’ve been out a few times.” I admitted. I hadn’t let on to her that I was training quite intensely just to make sure I could keep up with her.

 

“You be careful Old Man.” she giggled, “You’re not a spring chicken any longer!”

 

The time passed all too quickly as we chatted and soon it was time to stop again. We completed our warm-down routine and went our separate ways again. I promised to meet Sam on Sunday to go through her Week Three schedule.

 

As planned I met Sam on Sunday in the park. She’d not long completed her forty-five -minute run. She was wearing her pale-blue leggings and a grey hoodie. It was a bit chillier today. Sam didn’t look her normal joyous, radiant self.

 

“Well, how did it go?” I asked, “Are you okay?”

 

“I feel fine.” she replied, sounding anything but fine, “It’s just I’ve run for forty-five minutes; I’ve checked the distance on my phone and I’ve only done just over five kilometres. You’re expecting me to do ten kilometres in not much more than that time.” she added despondently.

 

“And I still do.” I said positively, “Don’t get het up with the distance. You’ve only been training for two weeks. Think of the progress you’ve made in that time. A fortnight ago you couldn’t run for forty-five minutes, now you can – and you’re barely puffing.”

 

“But I’m going so slow!” she said forlornly, “I’ve only got seven weeks before the race. At this rate it’ll take me for ever to finish!”

 

“You’ve got to trust me. Let me explain the process to you then perhaps you’ll see what we’re trying to achieve.” I said, “For the first three weeks we are concentrating on your stamina; making sure that you’re able to run for the duration of the race. For the following three weeks we’ll work on your speed. Then on the final three weeks we’ll bring them both together. Does that make sense?”

 

“I suppose so.” Sam sighed, “I’m just a bit disheartened that’s all.”

 

“You’ve got one more week of stamina work. When we move on to the second phase you’ll find the training is a bit more varied.” I explained.

 

“Even so, I can’t see me finishing in under an hour.” Sam said sorrowfully.

 

“You better finish in less than fifty minutes.” I grinned, “I’m on a promise!”

 

“I’m sorry Old Man.” she said defeatedly, “I don’t think you’ll be seeing my nunny. Even though I really want you to.”

 

“You really want me to?” I quizzed, “If you’re that keen to show me it just pull down your leggings and get it out now!” I laughed.

 

“Nice try!” she grinned, “I mean that if I have to show it to you it signifies that I’ve done a good time. I’ll happily show it to you then.” she beamed.

 

“You’re just having a wobble – stick with it.” I implored, “For my sake if nothing else. I do really want to see it!”

 

“Okay. Just for you.” she smiled, “What do you want me to do next week?”

 

“That’s my girl!” I enthused, “Next week is your last week of purely stamina work. I’d like you to increase your Tuesday and Wednesday runs to thirty minutes each. And increase your Sunday run to an hour. Still have Thursday and Friday off from running, but continue with the gym. All clear?”

 

“I suppose so.” Sam sighed, less than enthusiastically.

 

“I promise we’ll mix it up after that.” I assured, “I’ll even start running with you more often.”

 

“That would be great!” Sam said, sounding more upbeat, “But be careful, I don’t want you having a heart attack!”

 

We parted ways with Sam sounding more positive. I carried on training, and we met up again on Wednesday for our communal jog.

 

“How are you feeling?” I asked Sam as we did our stretching routine, “A bit better than you did on Sunday?”

 

“Yes, I’m not too bad.” Sam smiled, “I think I’m over my ‘wobble’.”

 

“That’s good.” I replied, “Don’t be surprised if you get more ‘wobbles’ as you go through the program. Ready to do twenty-five minutes – slow?”

 

“You mean slow enough so you can keep up Old Man?” she chuckled.

 

We jogged alongside each other chatting away. I was particularly keen to learn how Sam’s colleagues at the vet practice were doing. I found out that one of them was a decent standard club runner, and was expected to complete the race in about forty minutes. The other two were not really runners but, like Sam, had been persuaded to take part because they were reasonably fit. I said to Sam that it was a shame they couldn’t train together occasionally. Sam explained their shift pattern didn’t really allow for that; especially for those staff that were on-call to deal with emergencies. Before we knew it our twenty-five minutes were up. I don’t think Sam had picked up on the fact that our ‘comfortable to talk at speed’ was getting quicker. We did our warm-down routine and headed home. Sam seeing me off with a cheery ‘You sure you’ll be alright walking home on your own, Old Man!’.

 

We met again on Sunday in the park. I watched as she completed her hour-long jog. She seemed more positive as she came over to me; she looked radiant in her tight leggings and white tee shirt.

 

“Well, did you do the full hour?” I asked.

 

“I did!” she beamed, “It actually wasn’t too bad.”

 

“It’s good to see you smiling at the end of a run.” I said, “Well done, you’ve completed three weeks training. We move on to Phase Two from tomorrow. You up for it?”

 

“Wahoo!” she cheered, “Of course I’m up for it. I know I’ve got to get a lot quicker so you get your treat Old Man.” she winked.

 

“We’ve a long way to go, and a lot of hard work to do, before I even start to think of that!” I said (this wasn’t strictly true as I thought about ‘my treat’ most of the time!).

 

“You tell me what to do, and I’ll do it.” she stated, “Within reason.” she added with a flirtatious giggle.

 

“Okay, tomorrow I’d like you to do a twenty-minute slow jog to recover from today’s exertions, but instead of coming here to the park, I’d like you to do it on the road. You’ll find it’s a completely different feel than running on the grass. Hopefully the cushioning in your shoes will return the energy to your legs more efficiently. You’ll be tempted to run faster – resist that temptation. With me so far?”

 

“I’ve got to risk the temptation.” she grinned, “And you want me to do it on the road.”

 

“On Tuesday, I’d like you to do twenty minutes back here in the park, but run slightly quicker so that you’re breathing slightly more heavily – but not gasping. Understood?”

 

“No gasping.” she repeated.

 

“Then Wednesday I’ll meet you here and we’ll do something a bit different.” I said, “Thursday will be your normal gym session and Friday a break from running. As we step up the intensity of your work, these break days become more important. Is that all clear.”

 

“I think so – we’re going to do something different, temptation and heavy breathing.” she giggled, “No seriously, I was listening.”

 

“Then next Saturday repeat your Tuesday slightly quicker park run and on Sunday I’d like you to do an hour steady again.” I instructed,   

 

“Okay. Are you going to tell me what Wednesday’s ‘something different’ is?” she asked.

 

“You’ll find out on Wednesday.” I replied, “Just come dressed for a normal run.”

 

“Sounds intriguing.” Sam smiled, then continued, “I really do appreciate what you’ve done so far. I’ve definitely made progress. As a ‘Thank you’ for getting me to the end of Phase One I was going to give you a little treat by pulling down my leggings and showing you my panties again. Then I remembered… I haven’t got any panties on!” she giggled teasingly.

 

“You could always pull them down anyway.” I suggested, rather helpfully I thought.

 

“Ha! Ha! Nice try Old Man.” Sam chuckled, “If I do that and show you my nunny now you’ve got no incentive to keep training me.”

 

“It was just an idea.” I smiled.

 

“I’m happy to give you a glimpse of my bottom.” Sam simpered, “Good with that?”

 

“More than!” I enthused, still not believing she meant it, and that it was all just a tease.

 

Sam looked around her. There was an elderly couple walking an equally elderly dog nearby. She waited until they’d shuffled passed then she turned her back to me, gripped the waistband of her leggings and pulled them down to halfway down her bare bum cheeks. I gasped in surprise as I took in the splendid view of her round, perky bottom.

 

“There you go Old Man. Feast your eyes on that!” she chortled.

 

“Wow!” I exclaimed, “That’s gorgeous! Any chance you can push them down a little bit lower?” I added optimistically, hopping she’d fully expose her delightful bottom.

 

“Cheeky!” she retorted, “That’s all you’re getting today Old Man. I might show you a bit more when we complete Phase Two.”

 

“I look forward to that!” I smiled.

 

Sam pulled her leggings back up. We parted company both with smiles on our faces.

 

On the Wednesday I drove my car to the park. Sam was waiting in our normal meeting place dressed in her running gear. I instructed her to get in the car. She climbed in beside me.

 

“You’re not taking me somewhere isolated with the intention of having your evil way with me are you Old Man?” she giggled, perhaps with a hint of nervousness.

 

“Where we’re going is quite desolate.” I confirmed, “It’s a place I used to go to a lot when I was running regularly; I must admit I hardly ever saw anyone else there.”

 

As I drove we chatted about how Sam’s training had gone so far this week. She was generally happy with what she had achieved. After about ten minutes I turned into a narrow, single-track road with grass growing in the centre. It wound its way between trees and fields with high hedges, with no sign of any habitable properties. After about a mile the road ended in a rough, overgrown grass area where there was just enough room to turn the car around, and to park a couple of cars. We hadn’t seen anyone. I parked up.

 

“Wow! This is off the beaten track.” Sam observed, taking in the secluded surroundings, “I suppose you want me to strip off and get in the back of the car now?” she teased playfully.

 

“You can if you want.” I smiled, “Personally I’m going to go for a run.”

 

“You’re no fun!” she giggled.

 

We exited the car and I suggested to Sam that we did our stretching exercises whilst I explained what we were going to do.

 

“Through that gate is a footpath that is tarmacked surfaced so it’ll be like running on the road, although it may be slippy with mud and leaves. It runs fairly flat along the bottom of the hill for about five-hundred metres. You then come to a track, again tarmacked, we’ll turn right and go steeply uphill – and I mean steeply! At the top of the hill there is a gate on the right. This brings us onto a woodland path that winds its way down the slope back to where we are now.” I paused, then continued, “The route is triangular in shape and the total distance is almost exactly one mile, making it ideal for time trials.”

 

I continued: “I used to really enjoy it here because you have a good mixture of surfaces and gradients – uphill and down. It is ideal for speed-work, interval training, hill reps – sorry, hill repetitions where you run up-and-down a hill repeated times, and fartlek.”

 

“Fartlek?” Sam questioned, giggling like a schoolkid, and emphasising the first part of the word..

 

“Yes ‘Fartlek’. It’s Swedish for ‘Speed Play’. It’s literally, playing around with speed as you run. It involves periods of faster running mixed with periods of easier-paced running. It’s great for building up speed and stamina.” I explained, “I suggest we jog one lap just to get used to the course. Ready to start?”

 

“Ready when you are Old Man.” Sam smiled.

 

We ran steadily along the footpath at the base of the hill. Sam was chatting incessantly as we ran. We got to the end of the flat section, turned right and headed up hill. Within a few paces it went quiet. It stayed quiet until we got to the top of the hill and turned right, heading back into the woods and downhill.

 

“You okay Sam?” I asked, “You went all quiet”

 

“I know you said it was steep, but I wasn’t expecting that!” she gasped, “I could hardly breath let alone talk!”

 

“You’re not used to hill work are you?” I commented, “You need to be as there is a big hill in your race. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get plenty of practice.”

 

“Thanks!” Sam replied, with more than a hint of sarcasm.

 

We soon arrived back at the car. Without stopping for a break I said to Sam:

 

“I want you to lead us around the course now at a speed you are comfortable to run at. Don’t forget to save a bit to get up the hill.”

 

Sam set off again along the footpath; I followed closely behind. I couldn’t help but focus on Sam’s perky bottom which wobbled delightfully as she ran. Even though I was behind her, Sam must have sensed where I was looking because she said accusingly:

 

“Are you gawping at my bottom Old Man?”

 

“As if I would!” I countered, “It is very nice though.”

 

“If you’re looking for a visible panty line you won’t see one. I’m not wearing any!” she smiled.

 

“I’ve a mind to pull them down to find out.” I laughed.

 

“You can try but you’ll have to catch me first Old Man!” she teased.

 

Sam quickened her pace, and although I kept up for a few strides, she soon got away from me. Once she considered that she was a ‘safe’ enough distance in front of me she steadied down again. Despite this, as we ran along the flat footpath, I must admit I was struggling to keep up. If it hadn’t been for the incentive provided by Sam’s cute bum I think she would have gotten away from me. But as soon as we turned to go up the hill Sam slowed down considerably and I was able to catch up again. I could hear Sam swearing under her breath as she struggled with the ascent. We reached the top together and Sam took a deep breath before turning right and heading back down to the car park.

 

When we arrived back in the car park I checked my watch.

 

“Well done. That was eight minutes fifteen seconds for the mile.” I confirmed, “If you do that speed for the full ten kilometres you’ll finish in about fifty-one minutes.”

 

“But I’ve got to run that speed for six times further!” Sam sighed despondently, “There’s no way I can do that!”

 

“Don’t forget that this is your first proper speed session.” I reminded her, “I guarantee you will get quicker.”

 

“I need to if I’m going to break fifty-minutes.” Sam whined, “It doesn’t look like you’ll be seeing my nunny.” she reflected, sounding saddened by the fact.

 

“Look at it this way. We’ve still got five more weeks to get you three minutes quicker.” I encouraged.

 

“That doesn’t seem so bad.” Sam agreed, “Perhaps you will see it after all.”

 

“I do hope so!” I stressed, then continued, “Okay, you’ve had a bit of a break. Do another circuit; this time on your own.”

 

Sam muttered something about ‘Damn hill!’ and set off again. When Sam came into view running back down the hill I could see she was really trying. As she arrived at the car I checked my watch.

 

“That’s five seconds quicker already.” I confirmed, “Well done.”

 

“That was hard work!” she gasped.

 

She bent over to catch her breath. I was so tempted to pull down her leggings; especially know that I knew she was wearing nothing underneath. I resisted the urge but my manhood responded to the thought. Since I’d been training with Sam I’d got used to running with an erection.

 

“We’ll just do it once more.” I said, “A slow jog together to recover.”

 

“Really? You want me to go up that damn hill again?” Sam exclaimed, “Can I just get naked and let you have me in the back of the car instead? No one will see us; I’ve not seen anyone here since we arrived.”

 

“That would be fun.” I grinned, “But I’m afraid you’ve got to face that hill again.”

 

We did another circuit at a steady pace and finished off with some stretches before we headed home. I arranged to meet Sam again on the Sunday, reminding her she was due to complete another hour’s run at the park.

 

I got to the park on Sunday morning slightly early. Sam had been running for thirty minutes. I joined her to run alongside her for the next thirty minutes.

 

“How did you feel after Wednesday’s session?” I asked as I jogged next to her.

 

“I was a bit stiff in my calf muscles.” Sam complained, “I blame that damn hill!”

 

“We’ll do more of the same next Wednesday.” I confirmed, “You will get used to running uphill, I promise.”

 

“I can’t wait!” she replied sarcastically.

 

As we jogged I set out her schedule for the next week – Week Five - which was essentially a repeat of this week. Any variation would be a result of what I chose to do on Wednesday at our secret venue.

 

My training away from the time spent with Sam was progressing. I was definitely getting fitter, trimmer and faster. I was finding it frustrating that it was taking so long; I guess age must be catching up with me. Sam, with youth on her side, was getting fitter quicker than me, which I found annoying. I still hadn’t let on to Sam that I was training.

 

On the Wednesday I drove us both to our ‘secret training circuit’ as I called it; or that ‘damn hill’ as Sam had affectionately named it. After our normal stretching we set out on a steady first circuit together. Sam was her normal chatty self.

 

“If you’re going to run with me more often Old Man you really ought to get some new shoes.” she observed, “Those old things have seen better days.”

 

“They are getting a bit tatty.” I admitted.

 

“Why don’t you go to our favourite shoe shop?” Sam suggested, “You might see the gorgeous Alice again; you may even get to see up her skirt again!” Sam giggled.

 

“I might just do that.” I replied.

 

To be honest I’d known for some time that if I was to keep running I ought to invest in a new pair of trainers. I’d been waiting because the only reason I was running was due to Sam. I knew that if Sam stopped, I would stop too. But five weeks in I was now convinced that Sam was fully committed. She was right – I needed new shoes.

 

We turned and started to jog up the hill. Sam fell silent. She slowed to barely more than a walk. She didn’t quicken up – and start talking again - until we were halfway back down the hill towards the car park. Rather than stopping when we reached the car I instructed Sam to speed up slightly and we set out together on a second lap. Sam pulled away from me on the flat; I caught up slightly going up the hill. Then Sam pulled away again. Sam was still several metres in front of me when we got back to the car. I shouted ahead for Sam to continue. By the time we arrived back at the car park at the end of the third lap Sam was about twenty metres ahead of me. She stopped and stood by the car.

 

“What’s up Old Man, struggling to keep up?” she smiled as I caught up.

 

“I don’t know what you’ve stopped for.” I said as I ran passed her, “We’re going around again.”

 

Sam fell in step behind me. The path was too narrow for her to get by me so I was able to dictate the pace to one that I was comfortable at. When we arrived at the uphill section I knew Sam would struggle to get passed me there. I turned right at the top of the hill and Sam eventually overtook me just before we got back to the car.

 

“One more slow lap to warm down.” I instructed.

 

We jogged together for another circuit. Arriving back at the car I checked my watch. We’d completed five miles in forty-three minutes.

 

“Well done Sam!” I congratulated her, “You’ve done five miles in just over forty-minutes. And that included two laps where we were only jogging. How do you feel?”

 

“Fine apart from the hill – that kills me!” she admitted.

 

“I assure you that it will get easier.” I said, “Next time I’ll get you to do some hill reps.”

 

“Cheers! I look forward to that.” she said sarcastically, then added, “Realistically, what time to you think I’m capable of for the full 10k?”

 

“At the moment – based on your current level of fitness – I reckon you could do it in about fifty-five minutes.” I reasoned.

 

“I’d be pleased with that.” Sam smiled, “That’s much quicker than I was expecting when we first started.”

 

“I still hope to get you down to sub-fifty minutes.” I said.

 

“I bet you do!” Sam laughed, “I wonder why?” she winked.

 

We did our stretching routine then I drove us home. I told Sam I’d see her again on Sunday.

 

“I hope you’ve got new shoes by then!” Sam said as she got out of the car.

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