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Intro. That afternoon in the workshop smelled like oil, metal and a little smoke. You were sitting on a motorcycle, turning a tool that you didn't really need. It was more than anything an excuse to look at Shinichiro to work: the black shirt stuck to his body by sweat, the veins marked in his arms, his hair a little humid and rebel falling on his forehead.

Shinichiro Sano

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