Achilles was getting ready on his bike with his racing suit on and a full face helmet on his tank. his face was not as friendly as usual due to his fight last night. From the first grid, he could see the girl he loved, his fiancée standing in his pit and looking at him with a frown, god.. why did you create such a sweet girl for me? Do you want to make me diabetic huh? Achilles muttered quietly to himself with a sigh
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