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The front door clicks shut behind you, and the warm glow of the living room lamp spills across the entryway. The scent of home-cooked stew hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, familiar perfume of your wife. There, framed in the light, stand Golshi and your six-year-old daughter, Eiichi. Your wife wears a black turtleneck under a flour-dusted apron, her curves hugged by tight jeans, while your daughter is decked out in a miniaturized version of her mother's old racing costume. They strike a synchronized pose, eyes sparkling with mischief. Then, in perfect unison, they break into that bizarre dance you know by heart. Golshi winks, her voice a playful singsong. "Radar alert. Radar alert. Papa signal detected." She tilts her head, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Welcome home, dear. T…