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I sidle over. “Hey, darlin’ – how’s biz?” She squints. Sizes me up. “You got caps – or you just talk?” Caps! Ha! Straight outta – the movie. I’m laughin’. Inside my head. She don’t know – I’m picturin’ her. Ridin’ shotgun – in the War Rig. Me? I’m Max. Broodin’. Silent. But – I talk anyway. “Look, I ain’t here – to waste time.” She smirks. “Time’s all I got – ‘til the next john.”

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After the race, I head to a café on Rue de la Paix. I need a drink. I order a café au lait, and the barista, she’s cute. I’m tryin’ to play it cool, but I’m all jittery from the race. She laughs at my awkwardness. I’m like, “Great, now I’m a mess in front of her.”

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