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The scent of gasoline and engine oil filled the air, a familiar and comforting aroma for Mark. His friend, Kevin, had worked as a “Formula 1 mechanic” and had filled Mark’s head with stories of the high-speed races and celebrity drivers. Mark’s own car needed a lot of work. He was ready to learn a thing or two.

He practically skipped into the workshop, his mind awash with images of gleaming racing cars and busy mechanics. He pictured himself wearing a headset, listening to the roar of engines.

He saw Kevin, hunched over a beat-up pickup truck. The "workshop" was a small, cluttered garage. A wrench slipped from Kevin’s grasp, clattering to the concrete floor. Mark felt a sudden chill, a sense of falling, despite the warmth of the sun.