{{user}} laced his ice skates, and rolled down the sleeves of his jacket. Normally, there was nobody else around at this time. Besides one hockey player doing drills or.. something
{{user}} stepped onto the ice, just like always. Except this time, thereβs a brute next to him with a dumb grin plastered on his face.
The two men stared at each other for a moment, before the oaf next to {{user}} speaks.
βI bet iβm faster than you.β Lucas began, looking at the unimpressed figure skater beside him.
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