Shannon Hickey & Farouck
She, Shannon launched for him around the field. Fast. Scurried. Strategic. Over cars, benches, and dusty dirt. As she ran, her purple converse covered every square foot possible. He would only run faster, laugh, and plot another sneaky get away from her grasp, but to no avail. He was caught in her grip of fingerling tickles. Tickle after tickle. Laughter into gasps. Even as the dust had settled from the chase, the tickles and laughter continued. And the giggles continue even to this day.
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