As the closing ceremony concluded, the adrenaline and smell of champagne beginning to wane, the three podium sitters shared one curt glance between them and nodded before wordlessly parting paths. They had said all they needed out on the track. Momo was the first to take their leave, nervousness clouding their mind as their bronzeContinue reading “M1S4 Memo #1: Return to the Razzway”