Tom Boonen looks over his shoulder and the other man is there, behind him, of course he is, he has to be.
Ah, Fabian.
Cancellara’s surrounded by goons, goons clad in fresh white Trek-Segafredo garb that will surely be ruined by the time the whole affair is said and done with, goons Tom can’t pin names onto in the span of a quick glance. But Fabian? He kn…
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