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I'm about to leave and he says:

- "Pick a car."

I turn around and see him lovingly running his hand over a silver car.

- Sorry, I can't, I don't have time!

- this one was almost impossible to find. a Ferrari 250 GTO body

- you mean a top speed of 283 miles per hour...

I watch his expert fingers graze the curves of the perfectly good bodywork... the way his eyes light up when he touches it.

-The first Ferrari driven in the 1962 championship by American driver Phil Hill. The way it purrs ..... There's nothing like it.

I laugh at his comments and he thinks he's impressing me, but he's wrong, the kid.

- I see you know Mr. Can. What's your story?

- I don't really like people. Cars don't let you down. Even if they break down, there is always a reason.

-You can fix cars. You can't fix people.

I see him smile and he pisses me off.

He walks around the car and I spill the beans:

-I want it.

He has a nervous laugh and says:

-What are you talking about? Me or her?

- The sexy 250. How much are you selling it for?

- 80 million dollars .... do you think I'll let you have it?!

I smile at his stupid question.

I walk over and put my foot on the hood of the car:

- show me what you're worth.

He opens the door and beckons me to sit inside.

I slide in, letting the leather armchair rock me. I run my hands over the smooth steering wheel.

-you look good behind the wheel.

-Drive!

Can laugh so hard he thinks I'm joking.

- I'm not an easy girl, okay.

-I know.

I try to listen. Sure enough, I hear police sirens approaching.... and a commotion from the party.

- Go ahead, Can.

We rushed out of the main house.

I slam the side door of the 250 GTO.

From a distance, I see two police cars pull up in front of the front entrance, immobilizing Ricky and my classmates as they run away!

- You there! Stop!

I open the gate and climb into the passenger seat.

-Fasten your seatbelt

He puts the car in gear and hits the gas pedal.

The car goes forward and onto the road just before a police car blocks our escape!

I see the officer yelling:

-Pull over now.

I get the text from my uncle and say:

-I'm counting on you, race.

I see can, focused on the road and I see in the rear view mirror and he yells:

- They are right behind us!



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