Apr 2021
His hand raced across his skin.
The tracks were clear and the driver was driving.
He was winning as the flag flapped and faded.
The driver delighted at the champagne spray.
The tracks were clear and the driver was driving.
He was winning as the flag flapped and faded.
The driver delighted at the champagne spray.
(30/M/lancashire)
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