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Kocouc
@kocouc
When I was 16, my dad handed me the keys to his old Mustang. It had seen better days, but it was ours to fix up together. Every weekend, we’d tinker in the garage, sharing stories and grease-stained laughs. By the time we finished, it was more than a car; it was a bond that bridged generations.
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