In the third mile-maybe it was the exertion, could have been the rhythm of my footfalls-the field became just a field, the track just a ribbon of red clay, and the bleachers began to empty of ghosts.
在第三个英里的时候(也许那是我的努力，本可能是我…)足球场变成了仅仅的那样一个场子，跑道仅仅是1条红色混凝土的带子，看台开始空得像出鬼一样。
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