The Race

Without the letter W:

Once Noah forcefully pulled the historic timber gate to a close, the feeling of freedom hit him like a storm. He started to break into steady jog, descending the deserted street, embracing the sodden surroundings. The same familiar surrounding he has accepted for the entireness of his life.  Delicate droplets of rain splatter continuously on his fluorescent blue rain jacket. He has forever loved rainy days. Rain isn’t represented by sadness for Noah but how it gives him a sense of excitement.  

Today, an important day for Noah, had finally begun. About a year ago, an opportunity appeared. Noah has been training very hard. This event has been evaluated and planned out for quite some time. But today the race day starts!

Without the letter M:

Once Noah forcefully pulled the historic wooden gate to a close, the feeling of being free hit Noah like a wave. He started to break into steady jog, descending the deserted street, accepting the sodden surroundings. The consistent surrounding he has accepted for the entireness of his life. Delicate droplets of rain splatter continuously on his fluorescent blue rain jacket. He has forever loved rainy days. Rain isn’t represented by sadness for Noah but how it gives Noah a sense of adventure.  

Today, a significant day for Noah, had finally begun. About a year ago, an opportunity appeared. Noah has been training very hard. This event has been evaluated and planned out for quite some time. But today was the race day!

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