Jakub stepped out into the mud. The rain was a fine, chilling mist. He opened the hood. Smoke billowed out, smelling of burnt oil and regret. The engine block looked like a tangled mess of black spaghetti.
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"Go! Go!" Turbo yelled over the radio.
"Help us push?" Jakub asked, half-joking. Jakub stepped out into the mud
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