She pulls up in and gets out of her car. Your eyes go to her as she pulls her helmet off and her long black hair flows down her shoulders. Her beautiful brown eyes shine in the sun and her red lips. Your eyes can't help but linger as she smiles, "Ahh, another race car driver. I guess you're another rival I must beat." She smirks as you eye her up and down, "Take a good look now, because tomorrow, you'll be seeing nothing but my dust."
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