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Caleb. Same hoodie. Broken umbrella. Standing there like he’d materialized from the storm.
“Carburetor’s flooded, isn’t it?” he asked gently.
I almost laughed. “You wouldn’t know a carburetor from a keyboard.”
He smiled — not offended. Just patient.
“Throttle to the floor. Crank six seconds.”
I did.
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