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Justice for Agostina. Instead of asking what the hell a 35-year-old adult man was doing with a 14-year-old girl, and what the hell an adult man was doing having sexual relations with a 14-year-old child, they go and blame the girl, her mother, and any other woman in Agostina's life—ANYONE EXCEPT THE MURDERER.

Justice for Agostina. The Minister of Security is out there congratulating the security forces and the dog that found her dead, yet his police chiefs refused to take the mother's report because the River-Belgrano match was playing. They failed to immediately trigger the Sofia Alert—a protocol that is crucial to launch the exact moment a minor's disappearance is reported—all because of a soccer game.

Justice for Agostina, whose life is treated as worth less than a soccer match, and worth less than the life of a murderer and rapist.

Lewis Hamilton/Nico Rosberg · Rule 63 · Rated: E · 3k words

When you're a young girl, the world presents in front of you like a ripe fruit, ready to be devoured.

Lewis knows this, she's always known this.

“But I do know,” Nico continues, head tilted to the side. “Webber’s not my type.”  “No?” Lewis says, a mouse walking into a trap. She doesn’t care, she feels danger waiting on the corner and she doesn’t want to offer resistance. She wants to go, go, go; hit the pedal. “And what’s your type?”  One of Nico’s hands crawls up Lewis’ thigh, the other one wrapping the side of her face. She leans in even closer, her breath tickling Lewis’ nose. She flutters her eyes, licks her lips. “I think you know that already.” 

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my point here is that charles has a rare trait in a formula 1 driver and that is something called perseverance. he has taken and he has witnessed horrors another driver would never even dream of and yet he wakes up every day and thinks it's a new chance to achieve a dream and he's not doing this as a fake little joke