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crashing quietly | c.l.
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  • Reads 313,097
  • Votes 8,267
  • Parts 79
  • Time 5h 29m
Complete, First published Mar 31
She opened a café to slow down.
He crashed in, trying to disappear.
She doesn't recognize him.
He likes that.



Between coffee and engine fumes, something begins.

ranked #1 in many categories (somehow lol)
this is all fiction based on f1 apart from my own characters.

fia please don't sue me. thank you.
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