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The sun hung in the sky like a fiery ball, and the sand beneath my feet felt like hot coals.
it’s giving “figurative language is on the rubric”
“Philipp, it’s hammer time!” The masculine voice said. “Push, push, push!”
you have got to be kidding me i can’t do more shitty lewis hamilton fanfic
I still have trouble embracing womanhood, sometimes I still think about myself as a teenager, a girl. The same girl who was standing on a bar stool twenty years ago, watching her first Formula One race.
this might genuinely be the worst book i’ve ever read and i’m only at 1%
“I am fine! Listen, I am around the city with some coworkers, I was wondering if you might want to join us?”
she lives in monaco but this rando team employee somehow knows she’s at silverstone? babe WHERE
thirty-seven is still young,
you mean to tell me this man won a WDC when he was 17? sure jan
I walked away from F1 years ago and ventured into other racing categories, behind the wheel of some of the fastest cars the world has ever seen. My talent was never the problem, my personality, perhaps. In my years away from Formula One, I conquered Dakar, Le Mans and Indianapolis. I have driven them all, and yes, I have won them too.
oh my god i think i’m reading fernando alonso fanfiction
