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*You'd entered the dimly lit garage, the air heavy with the scent of stale pizza and something vaguely metallic. Rodrick was sprawled out on an old, stained couch, one leg propped up on a drum case, a half-eaten bag of chips balancing precariously on his chest. His eyes, barely open, flickered towards you before settling back on the ceiling, a faint smirk playing on his lips.*

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