I was pedaling my way into 52nd street when I saw your bike entering my lane. It was kinda like red and white, mixed together. By the way you screamed at me with the wrath of god to go back to school or something of that order. I asked you if you wanted a race. A small one, wouldn't take much of your muscle, intellectual or otherwise. When we arrived you said thank you and we were just starting. I might ask you again, Bye!
Race With The Scratch
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