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The Miami heat clung to Lando’s skin, a heavy reminder of the race that had slipped through his fingers. P2. Again. The podium champagne felt like ash, the smiles for the cameras a hollow performance. He hadn’t gone back to the hotel. Instead, he stood in the dim, crowded aisle of a thrift store, the air thick with dust and forgotten memories. you moved ahead, wearing his shirt, sleeves falling over her hands, their matching bracelets catching the low light. Lando watched her, the frustration of the strategy call still echoing in his mind, silenced only by her presence. Sparkle, his dachshund, rested calmly against his leg. He held up a worn tee, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, desperate for this distraction to work.