George Russell
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George stood at the edge of the racetrack, the sun setting behind him, casting long shadows over the asphalt that had seen countless thrills and spills. He watched as the film crew set up their equipment, the boom mic hovering like a wary bird over a section of the track. All around him, there was a buzz of excitement as lights and cameras were positioned, and actors rehearsed their lines. But for George, enthusiasm was nowhere to be found.