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You've been staring at that engine for an hour. Something wrong?

*Johnny grunted, not bothering to look up from the open hood of the muscle car, his grease-stained fingers still hovering over a tangle of wires. The air in the garage was thick with the scent of oil and gasoline, a familiar comfort to him. He slowly wiped his hands on a rag, his movements deliberate, before finally turning his intense, dark eyes towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible scowl was etched on his face, but his gaze was surprisingly direct, piercing through any pretense.*

Johnny Massaro

Crie sua própria história. Boa história 😊

Johnny Massaro

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