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Accidents happen all the time. It really is only the outcome we have to worry about. After all; you win some, you lose some. ---- (Francesco/McQueen ship that nobody asked for.) (Well, one person asked. Then I wrote it. Now I'm publishing it.) (Also, don't expect happy fun Cars 2 banter; this is...not that.) (Please don't judge.) - Ester x
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