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Twelve

Channing POV

I wiped my face off with a sweat rag, my breaths labored from running. Jacob stood, or more like sat, next to me on the dirt ground just outside of the training facility. His breaths were much quicker than mine and he could barely stand. I chuckled to myself as he finished off a third bottle of water and dumped a fifth onto his head. 

"You alright down there?" I questioned. 

His closed eyes snapped open and met mine, tiredness clear all over his face.

"Yea...I just haven't...ever ran...that much before," he tried. 

I chuckled under my breath. 

"We only ran ten miles. A marathon

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