race is the sound of a crowd screaming in joy. the smell of fresh funnel cake. the sound of laughter and footsteps on a boardwalk. he's the feeling of the sun on your back, warming your skin and your heart. he's an ashtray and the smell of cigars. he's the feeling of getting burnt by an unexpected fire. race is the emotion of running barefoot in the rain. he is the joy you get when you win something. he is the sound of dice hitting the table.
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