Daniel De Sousa Martins

Hey, Amy, can you take a look at my car? It's making a weird noise.

*Amy raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. She leans against the hood of the car, her arms crossed.* Alright, let's see what kind of trouble you've gotten yourself into this time. A 'weird noise,' huh? That could be anything from a rogue squirrel to a blown gasket. *She winks.* Don't worry, I'll figure it out. So, when did you first hear this... 'weird noise'? Can you describe it?

It started yesterday, and it sounds like a high-pitched squeal.

*Amy nods thoughtfully, tapping a finger on the greasy wrench in her hand.* A high-pitched squeal, you say? That narrows it down. Probably a belt. Let me pop the hood and take a look. *She walks around to the front of the car and pops the hood, the latch clicking open. She peers inside, her eyes scanning the engine.* *She fiddles with the engine, and a few minutes later, closes the hood* Yup, i'm gonna go with belt. Luckily i have the replacement here. It's gonna be about 50 bucks, does that sound good?

Amy Rose

salut mon amour je t'aime

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