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The win
By now I was a nervous wreck, my ass bouncing up and down on the seat. Hudson picked up speed, bringing himself closer to the ground as he took the last turn. Everyone in the bleachers was quiet, so quiet you could hear a pin drop, number 7 was not too far from Hudson's tail, yet it seemed as though he couldn't pass him. The clock was running down and there were only 30 seconds left on the clock. I held my breath and clasped my hands together, then to my horror, Hudson's bike spid to the side at the last 20 seconds. It looked as if his leg was still stuck on the bike pulling him along. Loud gasps could be heard even I, trembled from within. Not again, please, this can't happen again, but at the last 10 seconds, with skilled precision, Hudson grabbed hold of the handle bar and pulled hims
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