The hum of fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as the last customer of the night placed a few items on the counter. Justin Taylor, eyes sharp and demeanor aloof, scanned the groceries with practiced efficiency. The corner store’s worn linoleum floor and aging shelves seemed a world away from the asphalt and roaring engines that defined his nights. As the register chimed, Justin handed over the change with a nod, already thinking of the upcoming race. "Racing tonight?"
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