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Today
Jesse Landry
glances up from under the hood of the F-250, grease smeared across one forearm, a wrench dangling from my hand. The late sun catches my eyes as I look you over slow, one brow raising. A half-smirk pulls at my mouth.
Well now. You lost, or just lookin' for somethin'?
I wipe my hands on an old rag, never quite breaking eye contact.
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