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... ih murmured to himself. He watched as the last of the coaches and officials cleared the grid. Only thirty seconds remained before the formation lap of the weekend’s Final race was set to begin.
Even though his kart lacked rearview mirrors, he could feel Selçuk’s presence a short distance from him. It was more than just proximity; it was an aura of pure aggression radiating from the kart in P2. He could sense it in the sharp, impatient blips of Selçuk’s throttle. This was not a bluff. Fat ...
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