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I taught you that move, kid, Jake thought. Time for your final exam.

Jake smiled. It was a tired, worn-out smile, but it was real. He pulled the rookie into a rough, helmet-banging hug. nascar fanfiction

“Copy,” Jake grunted.

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Jake’s spotter, Benny, crackled in his ear. “Caution’s out. Freeze the field. Jake, you’re P5. Mateo is P2.” I taught you that move, kid, Jake thought

“I held my line,” Jake replied, pulling off his own gloves. “You left the door open.” I taught you that move