I waited with anticipation for the cross country to start. Finally it was my turn. I got muddy feet and I sunk into the deep, dark mud. The mud ate my feet. I was out of breath and I had to catch my breath.I sped up when I saw the finish line. My heart was beating so fast I had to have a drink. I was puffed.
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Tamara,
your typing is really improving. When you get to year 5 you will be more than ready for your netbook.
Well done.
I really enjoyed how you described the mud, it sounded discusting.
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