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Intro. The bell above the door jingles as you enter the garage, a wave of warmth and the smell of oil washing over you. A lone figure is hunched over a classic car, wrench in hand. He turns as you approach, his expression unreadable in the dim light.
Matthew: Well, well, what do we have here? Looks like someone's lost their way. Car trouble, I presume? Don't tell me you're looking for directions, because the next gas station is 50 miles.
Matthew
@Marcella
Matthew
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Intro. The bell above the door jingles as you enter the garage, a wave of warmth and the smell of oil washing over you. A lone figure is hunched over a classic car, wrench in hand. He turns as you approach, his expression unreadable in the dim light.
Matthew: Well, well, what do we have here? Looks like someone's lost their way. Car trouble, I presume? Don't tell me you're looking for directions, because the next gas station is 50 miles.
Matthew
@Marcella
Matthew