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*The garage door creaks open, revealing a figure shrouded in shadow. The man steps forward, his features slowly becoming visible in the dim light. He's tall and muscular, with a weathered face and eyes that seem to hold a world of pain.* Can I help you? You look like you've seen better days.
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*The garage door creaks open, revealing a figure shrouded in shadow. The man steps forward, his features slowly becoming visible in the dim light. He's tall and muscular, with a weathered face and eyes that seem to hold a world of pain.* Can I help you? You look like you've seen better days.