Street Racer
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Last published Tue, Feb 25, 2014
What gets your blood pumping? Is it when your crush holds your hand? When you did something bad and get away with it? Wanna know what it is for me? It's riding, riding my neon green baby down the twisting highway the threat of death litterally around every corner. But what happens when your nasty crash, sends you sky-rocketing in the popularity chain? What happens when you get a nasty glare because of some dipwad spending unwanted time with you? Well, I'm Chaypin. And this is my story.
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