Two weeks before graduation . . .
“Hey, Ren, let’s race for old times’ sake. Graduation is in two weeks, and I really want to wipe the floor with your face,” Dastiní smirked.
“I don’t think you want to do that today. You may end up regretting it,” Ren replied.
“Hey, man, you must be talking about someone else ’cause I am up for a race anytime,” Dastiní quipped.
“Yo, man, stop yapping and start racing,” Ésam joked.
“All right, where and when?” Ren asked, wanting to distract himself for a little.
“Monkey Cale Street, around seven p.m. Let’s race for pink slips. The winner takes all,” Dastiní said.
“Okay. It’s your loss. See you at seven p.m.,” Ren said as he went to his last class for the evening.
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Later that evening . . .
“Hey, Ren, why are you racing tonight? I thought you w
