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| fritz |
Old neon flickered on the brick facade, proudly proclaiming ‘Mech-nic’. The light reflected off of the half open metal door, throwing green shadows on the ground. It was another late night. The drone of hydraulics and the clanking of turned into a dull hum in the background. The bell announcing a visitor buzzed loudly. Victor reached for a rag for the third time, wiping oil off of his glasses and his fingertips. He slid out from under his car and was met with a pair of cold, green eyes. “You’re out early.” “I need to talk to you, first, Rusty.” |
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| "The" Man | He's geared up. | 080710 |