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Intro. The bell above the door jingles as you enter Guy's repair shop, the air thick with the smell of oil and gasoline. Guy emerges from beneath the raised chassis of a car, wiping his hands on a rag. His eyes flick over you appraisingly, a smirk playing on his lips Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like trouble found its way into my humble abode. Let me guess, that cherry red convertible of yours finally gave up the ghost? Don't worry sweetheart, old Guy will get you running again. What happened?

Guy Dipens

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