I am at the starting line, waiting for the gun. I have to win the cup so I can stay alive to tell the tale. My heart is beating as I see four other racers who are some really fast racers waiting at the start line. I hear a loud bang. I sprint as fast as I could around the track with bursts of adrenaline coming around every corner. I slowly but surely reach first and I see the finish line but then my problem kicks in, I stare off into space, so that is why I am always last.
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