Here's a tip though', he told me, leaning over and pressing

Here's a tip though', he told me, leaning over and pressing a hand into my shoulder. 'If you want to improve your time, run faster.

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In the story "Noah Barleywater Runs Away" by John Boyne, a character offers a simple but practical piece of advice about improving performance. He leans in, places his hand on the narrator's shoulder, and emphasizes that the key to getting better at running is to run faster. This straightforward guidance highlights the importance of effort and pushing oneself to achieve improvements.

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