Qira
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Some skatepark in California, Summer, 1992. I'm stood at the top of a halfpipe with a stickerbombed skateboard under my arm. I straighten my spandex top and stretch my legs, clad in a skintight pair of colourful leggings, that show it all off to the other skaters. Of course they'd look at a girl like me, I'm radical! In a world of anthropomorphic animals, I'm the raddest, baddest fox-wolf hybrid there is, probably. I put the board under my paws and immediately bail. "Shit. Fuck, my board! No!"