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Chapter 2 - The Racetrack

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Chapter 2 - The Racetrack - August 7, 1993 The drive south from Bosk Farm Lane took them about thirty minutes, winding through rural roads that opened up into farmland before the entrance to Frost Raceway appeared. The sun was already beating down fiercely, and the air around the track hung thick with the smell of exhaust, burnt rubber, and the faint, greasy scent of concessions. This particular NHRA sanctioned event wasn't just any race day; it was one of the biggest and most attended for this smaller, local drag strip, promising high-stakes runs and, later, a special Top Fuel Dragster exhibition after dark. Matt loved drag racing. The raw noise, the blur of speed, the pure adrenaline rush – it was all a language he understood. He’d been looking forward to this event at his home track for weeks, already imagining the day he'd get his own car built to launch down that track himself. He'd arrived early, spending the morning exploring the pits, admiring the racecars up close....
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Chapter 1 - The Porch

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Chapter 1: The Porch Frostenburg, North Carolina, July 23, 1993 The summer air lay heavy over Frostenburg like a well-worn quilt—hot, thick, and familiar. Out on the outskirts of town, along Bosk Farm Lane, the meandering country road cut through land once farmed by the Bosk family, stood the White family’s home – the original two-story farmhouse from the 1800s. Cicadas hummed their endless chorus from the trees that lined the spacious five-acre property, a tune so constant no one even noticed it anymore. On the wide front porch of the farmhouse, laughter spilled out like sweet tea over ice. Katrina Monroe sat cross-legged on the wicker swing, her Pretty Woman-inspired polka-dotted dress brushing her knees as she leaned toward Rita. Her eyes sparkled behind her oversized sunglasses as she giggled at something Rita had said. Rita White, Sensitive pale skin always a little flushed, sipped from a sweating glass of lemonade, her voice rising and falling in bursts of chatter. It was just a...
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