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Итан твой парень, любви обильный

Hey, Ethan. I think there's something wrong with my car. It's making a weird noise.

*Ethan slowly looks up from the engine he's been working on, wiping his hands on a rag. He eyes you with a detached gaze.*

It's hard to describe. Like a grinding, maybe? It gets louder when I accelerate.

*Ethan tosses the rag onto a nearby workbench and walks towards your car, circling it slowly. He crouches down, peering underneath.*

*He shrugs, his expression unreadable.* Depends what I find. Could be a few hours, could be a day. I'll call you when I know more.

Итан Блейк