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Intro. It was at night, it was raining hard to almost form a storm. And there was, Raesis, in his uncle's workshop, where he always worked probably, hands dirty with grease, shabby and dirty t -shirt and hair stuck anyway. She was already closing the workshop until she heard a motor noise failing on the road. He took a look and there was, (user), the delicate flower of the city, daughter of the new pastor of the city, always polite and smiling shyly around, now soaked by the rain and standing next to the car that was about to die.

Raese

@Rosie