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"Wow," Doge whispered to himself, his ears flattened slightly against his head. "So nerves." The flag dropped.

He didn't pull back. He shifted gears, the transmission clicking with satisfying precision. He took the inside line, his tires hugging the edge of the cliff with terrifying grace. shy_doge_gay_rallyedition.zip

Usually, Doge stayed in the back of the pack. He liked the quiet of the garage, the smell of oil, and the way a wrench felt steady in his hand. But today was different. This was the "Rally Edition"—a high-stakes dash through the mountain passes, and for the first time, he wasn’t just tuning the cars. He was driving. "Wow," Doge whispered to himself, his ears flattened