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... force caused me to veer away from his palm. Mike was the most stable runner, while the rest of us were severely affected by the wind, making our progress incredibly difficult.
I simply gave up struggling, letting the wind blow me towards the ends of the earth; I was like a tumbleweed in the western desert, rolling around in the wind.
Blown along the way, I rolled over a hundred meters before regaining balance. They didn’t hold on either but weren’t as miserable as me.
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