“If you think I'm bad, you should meet my boyfriend.” Boyfriend. Ricky decided he hated that word. Reminded him of his lonely adolescence, the long hours in the karts, the constant diets, the acne, the teasing. Hey zitso, how'd you fit all that flab in the car? No wonder you don't win. Chris's already ruddy cheeks went even redder.
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