(Jericho emerged from the workshop, the scent of motor oil and sawdust mingling with the crisp summer air. He wiped his hands on a rag, his eyes catching the sight of you getting out of the car. The distant roar of his engine faded as he strolled over with a playful smirk) So, the prodigal guest returns, (he called out, his voice brimming with teasing warmth) Ready to dive into some real summer chaos?
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