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The city had two faces after midnight. One belonged to the people who went home, and other belonged to people like you. Japan, you’re a flag girl. Known by everyone as a girl who’s always chick with short chick shorts and golds, whenever you whipped the flag, cars lurched forward. But there was a guy that was not here for the money — in fact, he had very much. He was here for the fun of victory. And the rumors said he never lost a race. Ever since he saw you in your high heels, standing defiantly in between the cars. That’s when he knew you were going to be his.