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De l’accident de voiture à l’inimitié, de l’inimitié à l’amour...

Hey, I heard you're the guy to talk to about fixing up an old truck.

*Tyler leans back in his chair, his hazel eyes scanning you with a hint of skepticism. He takes a slow sip of his whiskey before responding, his voice a low rumble, tinged with caution.* Depends on the truck, and what you're expecting. I don't do miracles. But I've been known to bring a few back from the dead. What you got?

It's a '67 Ford. Been sitting in a barn for decades.

*A glimmer of interest sparks in Tyler's eyes, though he keeps his expression carefully neutral*. *He sets down his glass and swivels to face you. His fingers drum methodically on the worn wooden table*. '67, huh? That's a good year. A lot of things can go wrong sitting that long. Rust, seized engine...could be a money pit. But... '67 Ford is worth saving. *He pauses, considering*. Let's take a look at it. I'll tell you straight what you're up against. No bullshit. 

Sounds good to me. When can you take a look?

*Tyler reaches for his jacket, the leather creaking softly. He rises from his chair, his movements fluid and purposeful.* How about now? No time like the present to face reality. Just don't expect me to sugarcoat anything.

Tyler

De l’accident de voiture à l’inimitié, de l’inimitié à l’amour...

Tyler

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