Keeping one hand planted on the leg that’s dragging me, I reach for his other leg but miss by a long shot. In a horrible attempt to grasp anything so I don’t lose him to a full-out sprint when he shakes free of me, my fingers curl around the fabric of his shorts. I don’t really register that I have shorts in my hand. All I know is that I have a hold of something and it’s time to pull. That’s exactly what I do. I yank on his shorts so hard that he stumbles forward, and because I’m holding on to his other leg, he can’t catch his balance. Ladies and gentlemen, this is where things go terribly,
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