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The first leg of the race was a blur of neon colors and screeching tires. Shy Doge found his rhythm quickly. On the straightaways, he was a streak of shiba-gold against the asphalt. He didn't look at the other drivers; he focused on the apex of every turn. He noticed the crowd lining the barriers—a sea of flags and cheering faces—all gathered for the pride event. The engine of the customized hatchback roared, a