I guess we were just under the Flamme Rouge.
I had never seen one before save for on TV, the last chance for hope or the mouth-watering omen for a solitary victory. There was nothing sacred about it all, but the people there were shining rays of hospitality and heart-felt happiness. It was me and Connie, the main person responsible for my passion for cy…
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