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Post by Alexander Keres on Dec 13, 2022 10:18:57 GMT -7
Alex gives them an eager grin as he nods and finishes warming himself up, giving them a nod when they confirmed whether or not he was good to start, "Whenever you are." As soon as they took off, he set off the timer on his watch and then kept a pace next to them before he glanced down with a rather sinister smirk, "Alright, we got thirty minutes to do eight laps. Loser is buying dinner afterwards."
And before they could argue or respond, he puts the pedal to the metal and starts to book it around the track as quickly as his long, muscular legs will carry him. He didn't really care about having to pay for the meal but he wasn't about to be outpaced by the pipsqueak. Hopefully. |
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