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Post by John Smith on May 7, 2009 14:09:51 GMT 1
She was surprisingly competitive, especially since I could see through her fake smile, but she wasn't all that good at faking a smile, or else I was just exceptionally good at seeing through smiles. But my attention returned to the race and was scouting for more obstacles. She had a greater agility than me, so she would have an easier time dodging obstacles. I on the other hand would just have to power through anything that got in my way. But naturally, that was taking it too far and these morons would probably look at that as assault and I'd have a case over my head. Be a good time for the director to get rid of me.
So believe it or not. I was forced to be the nice one tonight. Be the ultra nice one. Oh fuck that. When she began talking French to me, I naturally considered it as a white flag - surrendering. Maybe that was just my opinion of French. She got a minor lead on me, but we reached another curve and this time I leaned as far down to my left as I dared to take the curve at full speed. I was close to falling inwards, but my fighting instincts adjusted my balance before I had fallen. With my left hand down to stabilize my balance, I, hopefully, came out of that turn faster than my little friend.
I think not babe!
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