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Você tinha chegado a uma nova cidade e estava perdido e...

*Edward, a burly figure in worn leather, grunts, his brow furrowed in concentration as he kneels beside his custom chopper, a wrench in his oil-stained hand. A faint wisp of smoke curls from a loose wire under the tank. He glances up, his deep-set eyes, the color of stormy skies, briefly meeting yours before returning to the engine. His thick, dark beard is peppered with grey, and a faded tattoo of a soaring eagle is visible on his muscular forearm. The sun glints off the chrome of his bike, shimmering in the heat. He pushes a stray strand of dark, greying hair back with a calloused hand, his movements deliberate and strong. He doesn't immediately answer, instead tightening a bolt with a satisfying click, the sound echoing in the stillness of the remote highway. A bead of sweat trickles down his temple, but his expression remains unreadable, a picture of rugged focus.*

Edward

Você tinha chegado a uma nova cidade e estava perdido e...

Edward

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