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    “Don’t even think about it. Get in the car, and I’ll take you for a spinter,” Duncan said, pulling up in a car.


    Joanna had to admit, her coach behind the wheel was undeniably attractive.


    She had joined Norah in several races and sat in her passenger seat. The rush of speed was addictive.


    Once everything was set, Phillip got both cars onto the track. The small-scalepetition wasn’t too formal. The course was 2.8 kilometers long, with the most challenging part being the series of tight turns on t ground.


    Gripping the steering wheel, Sean focused on the track. It was his first time here, but he was confident he could secure first ce.


    As Susanna fastened her seatbelt, she fiddled with the sports car’s controls. “Doesn’t feel much different from any other car. I hope it’s more thrilling once we start.”


    She eyed the sports cars lined up and ranked them based on her aesthetic preferences.


    “Your car is the best-looking. Duncan’s is decent, so second ce. The dark purple one is pretty, so third. The white one, fourth. Ugh, that one’s just ugly.”


    Sean followed her gaze to a dark purple sports car, a ghost from his past shing in his mind. He pushed the memories aside. The race was the priority now.


    The race began. All the sports cars surged forward like arrows loosed from taut bowstrings.


    In the driver’s seat, Sean floored the gas pedal. When he approached a bend, he jerked the steering wheel, sending the car into a sharp drift.


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    Susanna, perched in the passenger seat, screamed with exhration. “This is so fast and exciting!”


    Sean’s car was leading the pack. Only one car managed to keep up with him, sometimes even overtaking him.


    Focused intensely, Sean hadn’t expected to face such a formidable rival in what he thought would be a casualpetition.


    It took him back to his racing days with Norah. She had been as skilled as he was, maybe even more so.


    Lost in that fleeting memory, he didn’t notice when the dark purple car overtook him, seizing the lead.


    “Sean,e on! You can win this! Overtake that car!”


    Sean remained silent, secretly elerating, determined to reim his position. The track was entering its final stretch. With a series of wless maneuvers, the dark purple car crossed the finish line first.


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