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At the bottom of the valley:
A pair of brand-swatting-new
fully Meccanized transport modules,
sat gleaming and shape-wavering,
similar to the heat induced hallucination mirages,
that hover above a vast scorching desert.
Rhodes estimated the distance,
turned to his sister and said,
"I'll race ya!"
Desiree immediately replied, " That's only a furlong; you know I'm best at sprints,
you are so on, bro."
Before Stallion could say, " Whoa, slow down there, Pilgrims.",
the siblings had bolted.
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