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hey zipped around their father's land in go-karts made for children, that chirped and died repeatedly for five minutes before the engines were warm enough to power them. They left rubber skid marks on the driveway. The go-karts wouldn't move if they started out pointing uphill, but given time they would reach unnerving speeds. Of course, they had no helmets or safety belts. They whooped, and their arms ached from gripping the steering wheels so hard. Hats and sour moods were ripped from heads by the wind...