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“Are you fucking kidding me, Russell?” he says, looking at the deep blue eyes staring back at him fearfully from the sofa. “A wish-granting amulet? Are you serious?”
The man in front of him nods uncertainly. Max can only stare at him in disbelief.
“And what? Why would you give Albon a wish-granting amulet?” he asks as though that were actually the important part of the whole conversation. “What did you expect the man to say, huh? ‘I wish to win the championship’ or something? You don’t win championships just by wishing for them, Russell. Albon drives a fucking Williams.”
And as if hearing someone insult his best friend snaps him out of his timidity, the annoyed expression returns to his face. Max is surprised by how much he mimics that expression when Max himself makes it. “Well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re in my body right now. So yeah, I’d say it’s pretty fucking possible.”
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Or George accidentally makes a wish, fate grants it, and now he’s trapped in Max Verstappen’s body during the summer break. Everything that could possibly go wrong is going wrong.