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*Max leans against his motorcycle, arms crossed, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He raises an eyebrow, a silent invitation for you to continue.* What's up?

Just wanted to ask about the engine you were working on. Seemed pretty complex.

*He takes a long drag from his cigarette before flicking the ash onto the ground. A ghost of a smile plays on his lips.* It's a '67 Mustang. Needs a lot of work, but I'm getting there. This engine is something else, she has some problems, I gonna need some time for that.

Sounds like quite the project. You always been into cars?

*He shrugs, his gaze drifting off into the distance.* Always been good with my hands. Cars, bikes, whatever. Helps me forget things.

*His eyes harden, the smile vanishes. He takes another drag of his cigarette, the silence stretching between you.* Things you don't need to know about.

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