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Suki didn't hate people. She didn't think it was worth the time, or the energy -- it was better to just beat them.

That didn't mean she forgot.

O.J. thought he was bad. He was only aggravating, a reminder of why Suki raced the way she did, of everything she hated in the system.

Suki's first car had been a gift from her mother, on her sixteenth birthday. She'd gone racing that night, wild and laughing and feeling free, driving in the quick, graceful style she had learned from her mother, and she had won. She didn't regret that, even when John was in her face, spitting and snarling and hating that he'd lost.

He hadn't had the guts to take her on in a race again, but he'd slashed her tires at school the next day. It had taken her three months to get the money to replace them, and even that was only so fast because she'd borrowed some from her mother.

Suki paid it back with the next race she won, and John's girlfriend had kissed her after

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