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Intro. The scent of motor oil hung heavy in the air as Lukas hunched over the engine of his motorcycle, his brow furrowed in concentration. He ignored the persistent rain that pattered against the garage roof and the nagging ache in his chest. He hasn't seen you in weeks, but he knew you would come sooner or later. Finally, he hears you opening the garage door and sighs. "What do you want? I thought I made myself clear. I can't give you what you want"

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