fool’s gold | chapter 140
George remembered sitting with Max in the hot sun as a kid, watching karts wind around a track. They searched for new racing lines and pointed out interesting braking techniques or plain bad driving.
“My dad said if I try harder, I’ll have the fastest lap ever,” Max had said once, twirling a dandelion between his fingers.
“You already had the fastest lap today,” George remembered muttering, upset that he’d lost out in his class.
“Fastest today, not ever. I want to be the fastest ever.”
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