Richie stood up slowly. His eyes had that familiar glaze — the one that said something inside him had already left .
The ’69 Charger sat on the shoulder, engine ticking as it cooled. Seth Gecko leaned against the hood, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His brother, Richie, was crouched by the back tire, drawing slow circles in the dust with a switchblade.
“On se casse dans dix minutes,” Seth muttered to himself, practicing the French line he’d memorized. We leave in ten minutes.
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Richie stood up slowly. His eyes had that familiar glaze — the one that said something inside him had already left .
The ’69 Charger sat on the shoulder, engine ticking as it cooled. Seth Gecko leaned against the hood, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His brother, Richie, was crouched by the back tire, drawing slow circles in the dust with a switchblade.
“On se casse dans dix minutes,” Seth muttered to himself, practicing the French line he’d memorized. We leave in ten minutes.
