its not jealously (most days of the week)
“Racing in an AMG though ain’t he? Bet Toto’s thrilled, finally snagged Max to the dark side at least in one racing category.”
“Mate, it ain’t even just that, you’ll never guess who he’s managed to snag to his driver line up.”
“Who?”
“Oscar Piastri.”
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Or. Max Verstappen enters the 24 hour of Nürburgring. Oscar Piastri, champion GT3 racing driver, drives for Verstappen racing. All of the above is a problem for Lando Norris.
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screaming this fic’s name from the rooftops (my blog with one follower who’s probably very confused because i don’t post about hockey anymore). i need to eat this fic. i need to put it in a jar and leave it out in the sun.