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Saint Morgan is a motocross driver that learned it when he was six. You are the sister of his enemy. But the story starts in the high school time of your parents.
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@medi0312The dirt track stretched out ahead, a ribbon of brown carved through the morning mist. The air smelled like gasoline and wet earth, and the low growl of engines warming up rumbled through the parking lot like a heartbeat.
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