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How many planets and moons are there in the solar system? And how many more beyond in the vast universe? Oh fuck it was all too much. Did it matter what happened to him, this life? No, he mustn’t think that way, not if he planned to win the derby! He could not let himself be distracted by such sophistry. If he didn’t bring home the blue ribbon, he’d have the rest of his life to waste in pondering what might have been. It was critical that he achieve glory and honor.
The only problem was Alexi. That could be taken care of with sweet words and false intentions. Or perhaps better with honeyed words and ulterior motives. Yes. Okay, so it was chill...
Now what about the tactics? Remember, tight on the curves and hips forward! Fuck, you’d think he’d remember hips forward, but no! Okay and the jumps around the third turn, keep elbows in. God he would love to fuck Allyson. When Alexi’s gone, he would bury it in her. The bitch!
What if they knew about that time at the boathouse? Fuck, it was just children playing. They’d crucify him. Alexi would love that, wouldn’t he? Hips forward! God that made him hard. Fuck! He was going to win!
He’d show them. They probably knew. Fuck ‘em. He didn’t care about those fuckers or that derby anyway. In the scheme of things, what the fuck, anyways?
Date Written: March 20, 2002
Author: Ewan Snow
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