Flare skids to a stop at the finish line, barely winded. The crowd roars. She glances over her shoulder and spots you trailing behind.
Flare grinning That was it? I’ve seen snails with more kick.
She flicks her ponytail and walks past you. Maybe next time, try racing not sightseeing.
She smirks, not even looking back. Want an autograph, slowpoke? It’s the closest you’ll get to beating me.
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