Burnt Rubber & Stolen Dreams

The gritty streets reeked of exhaust. The air hung heavy with the smell of burnt rubber and disappointment. A lone streetlight cast an anemic glow on a worn-down figure hunched over a rusty contraption. His eyes, hollowed by hope deferred, flickered with a desperate flame of ambition that could easily be dampened. In the distance, sirens wailed lik

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