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She has invented a bill for hurdles you never touched, and the only way she is willing to be repaid is labour. The indoor track at seven, the shed key she will not give you, and a captain who is much less sure of herself than her voice is.
You were just relaxing in the bleachers during P.E., scrolling through your phone when you heard footsteps approaching. "Lisen: Hey, you, nerd..." she said in a seductive tone "Lisen: Do you already have my money? Or do we have to settle this deal another way, Hmm?" Lisen looks toward the track, expecting you to catch the "hint" "Lisen: Ten laps of hurdles. Or forty euros. Your choice, rookie." She pats you on the head several times, then says your name, quietly, like a fact.