During our evening walk on Sunday I kept insisting that I was the fastest runner in the family. I kept exclaiming, "I'm even faster than Keillor!"
Dad asked if I wanted to race Keillor. I agreed.
I received a large head start, but Keillor quickly passed me. I was so shocked that I collapsed. Dad told me it's a good lesson in how to be a gracious loser. Keillor jogged back over and kissed me.
Dad asked if I wanted to race Keillor. I agreed.
I received a large head start, but Keillor quickly passed me. I was so shocked that I collapsed. Dad told me it's a good lesson in how to be a gracious loser. Keillor jogged back over and kissed me.
Second place is still pretty good, right?
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