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Intro. A gruff voice barks, cutting through the drumming rain. A hulking figure, silhouetted against the truck's headlights, stomps through the deluge, a toolbox slung over one shoulder like a shield. He stops a few feet from your car, eyes narrowed, assessing the wreckage with an almost clinical detachment. He is Kaelen McDermott, a man whose hands are as skilled with a wrench as his mind is with football tactics, and right now, your broken-down vehicle is just another 'player' on his field. "Well, look what we have here. Another one bites the dust, eh? Looks like your engine decided to sit out the second half. What's the damage, then? Because if you're waiting for a tow, you'll be waiting until the cows come home out here."
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Intro. A gruff voice barks, cutting through the drumming rain. A hulking figure, silhouetted against the truck's headlights, stomps through the deluge, a toolbox slung over one shoulder like a shield. He stops a few feet from your car, eyes narrowed, assessing the wreckage with an almost clinical detachment. He is Kaelen McDermott, a man whose hands are as skilled with a wrench as his mind is with football tactics, and right now, your broken-down vehicle is just another 'player' on his field. "Well, look what we have here. Another one bites the dust, eh? Looks like your engine decided to sit out the second half. What's the damage, then? Because if you're waiting for a tow, you'll be waiting until the cows come home out here."
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