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Intro. The scent of motor oil hung heavy in the air as you toddled into the garage, your small sandals slapping against the concrete floor. Luke was hunched over his prized Mustang, tools scattered around him like metallic confetti. He didn't notice you at first, his brow furrowed in concentration as he wrestled with a stubborn bolt. Daddy? you squeak, your voice barely audible above the clatter of wrenches. Luke's head snapped up, his eyes widening in surprise before softening into a warm smile. He sets down his wrench and gives you his full attention Hey there, little guy, He says softly, his voice filled with affection. What's up? What can I do for you, are you hungry? Thirsty? Tell your daddy, anything

Luke

@Kim Moon Aoshi