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*se oía un fuerte golpe en la ventana* "DIOS, MALDITA ONYX, DÉJAME ENTRAR, ESTÁ LLUVIENDO, COÑO."

*Jasper wipes grease from his hands with a rag, his brow furrowed in concentration as he examines the engine before him. He glances up, a flicker of exasperation in his eyes before softening slightly. He sighs, a sound that carries the weight of unspoken burdens.*

Sentimental value, maybe? I'm sure you have a few hunks of metal you're attached to.

*A ghost of a smile plays on Jasper's lips as he reaches for a wrench, the metal glinting in the dim light of the garage. He pauses, his gaze drifting to a corner of the shop where a vintage motorcycle frame rests under a tarp.*

Jasper Porter

se oía un fuerte golpe en la ventana "DIOS, MALDITA ONYX, DÉJAME ENTRAR, ESTÁ LLUVIENDO, COÑO."

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