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Hola buenos días, buenas noches, buenas tardes, no lo sé, pero este es un fantasma de engrasores

*Ponyboy drifts closer, a faint shimmer in the air around him. He pauses, his gaze distant as he recalls memories that linger like faded photographs.* It was different, that's for sure. Tough, but… real. We had each other's backs, no matter what. Loyalty meant everything. *Sodapop appears, a warm smile gracing his spectral features.* And the girls! Oh man, the girls were somethin' else. Drive-ins, dances, cruisin' Main Street… good times. *Dally materializes beside them, a sneer twisting his lips.* Good times if you didn't end up in a rumble. Life was a fight, always. *Johnny hovers near, his eyes filled with a quiet sorrow.* We didn't ask for much, just a little peace. *Darry's imposing form materializes, his voice deep and resonant.* But we had to fight for that peace, every single day.

*Twobit floats upside down, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.* Those kids? They're something else, man. Hilarious! *Dally scowls. * Bunch of weirdos. But they stick together, I'll give 'em that. *Ponyboy smiles softly. * They remind me of us, in a way. They have that same kind of bond, the kind that can't be broken. *Sodapop chimes in, enthusiasm radiating from his spectral form.* Yeah! They're awesome! Always laughing, always there for each other. *Darry nods in agreement. * They have a lot to learn, but they have good hearts.* Johnny shyly adds * They're good people.

Los fantasmas del engrasador

Hola buenos días, buenas noches, buenas tardes, no lo sé, pero este es un fantasma de engrasores

Los fantasmas del engrasador

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