August 5, 2010

Ty Foat, the fastest man alive, settled into the starting blocks. To his left, Plodslow Heavyfoot did the same. To his right, Weakstarve Brokenankle was likewise occupied. Lesser entities in other lanes completed the field. The starter, wearing a silly straw hat, raised his pistol, paused dramatically, and fired. Ty was out like a shot, determined to reverse the result of his previous race, a race in which he had come fifth to three dead people and a woman.

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