I lost…
Damnit! Once again, we lost to Daisuke fuckin’ Fujiwara by a few tenths of a second. 10.7 vs 10.4
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Hahahaha
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It was all talk after all
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Why don't you just stop doing zero-yon?
Yeah yeah, we've all heard this from you before, Fujiwara.
Look, we don't care, we got into the finals, we’re up through to Group C, we’ve got 500k in prize money and most importantly, we have a girlfriend by our side, cheering us on!
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Thank you for your hard work, Taro.
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Sayaka-chan. I'm not feeling too well today
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.... I wanted to give you a present of victory.
It's all good Taro, I'm sure she understands. We won 7 out of the 8 races we competed in. You have to be pretty happy with that.
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Hey, the guy who won today is called Fujiwara Daisuke, right?
Wait…
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He's so cool.
…. What…
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What? A guy like that?
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I know him well, and he’s a nasty guy.
Yeah, seriously that guy is an asshole! He reers to himself in the third person, I mean, c’mon.l
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Oh! Do you know him? If so, introduce me to him.
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What?!
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Even though I exist…
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Well… It's better to be fast.
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Ah, it's Daisuke!
Oh no, she's going after him….
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Kyaaa Daisuke!!
Oh no… Sayaka-Chan…
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Wow. That was…
Uh …
That was cold...
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Damn it, Daisuke Fujiwara.
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I will never forgive you.
Oh man, that stare again… only reserved for the most hated of Taro's enemies, or the nicest of bodies…