My name is Ethan. I’m thirty-six years old. For nearly ten years, I’ve worked in a small auto repair shop on the edge of town — the kind of place where the air constantly smells like oil, gasoline, and burnt coffee from an old machine that should’ve been replaced years ago.
Every day feels the same: broken engines, frustrated customers, endless bills, and a level of exhaustion so deep it settles into your bones
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