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“…Oh my – God – Rory!” Amy could barely make out Mels giggling back in her room as she tore down the stairs, taking them three at a time and ignoring the painful shock that radiated in her ankles when she made it to the ground (taking a leap of five steps). Rory had just made it out the door and was putting his long legs to good use, sprinting in his awkwardly stiff yet somehow graceful way, with stutters at all his joints that made the operation of his limbs magical. She remembered back to when they were kids and playing games, racing one another, taking dives to avoid being tagged, becoming entangled in a