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The Guera Academic Sextathlon is over, and I have crossed the finish line before midnight on the night before the papers were due.
"Chariots of Fire" plays as Guera rolls across the finish line in slow motion. Lips are pulled from teeth in a feral grimace of expended effort, and fingers grip the wheels in bloody tatters. Hair is plastered to forehead, and sweat flies from her body, miniature body odor grenades. Behind her, Lethargy stumbles and sprawls to the track, and the flashbulbs explode to capture the moment. Chest straining to cross the tape, Guera raises bloody fists in well-deserved and hard-fought victory. Judges applaud, spectators weep, and the gold medal awaits, the just spoils of grueling academic warfare.
Reporters jostle and swarm, their microphones thrust in her sweaty, flushed face. They assail her with questions on all sides.
"Guera, now that you've won, what will you do?" shouts one above the din.
Guera considers the question and wipes her forehead with the back of one bloody, sweaty-slick hand. A breath as sweat beads on the end of her nose.
"I'm going to get naked and perform lewds acts upon my person to scandalous thoughts of Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape," she replies solemnly, and, head held high, she rolls to the shower with a beatific smile.~
"Chariots of Fire" plays as Guera rolls across the finish line in slow motion. Lips are pulled from teeth in a feral grimace of expended effort, and fingers grip the wheels in bloody tatters. Hair is plastered to forehead, and sweat flies from her body, miniature body odor grenades. Behind her, Lethargy stumbles and sprawls to the track, and the flashbulbs explode to capture the moment. Chest straining to cross the tape, Guera raises bloody fists in well-deserved and hard-fought victory. Judges applaud, spectators weep, and the gold medal awaits, the just spoils of grueling academic warfare.
Reporters jostle and swarm, their microphones thrust in her sweaty, flushed face. They assail her with questions on all sides.
"Guera, now that you've won, what will you do?" shouts one above the din.
Guera considers the question and wipes her forehead with the back of one bloody, sweaty-slick hand. A breath as sweat beads on the end of her nose.
"I'm going to get naked and perform lewds acts upon my person to scandalous thoughts of Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape," she replies solemnly, and, head held high, she rolls to the shower with a beatific smile.~