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A Morning Ritual
The morning sun cast a golden hue across the driveway as Jake popped the hood of his beloved car. Nestled beneath was the heart of the beast—the Honda Accord engine, clean and humming like a well-tuned instrument. Unlike other vehicles he’d owned, this one had soul, a quiet confidence that came from decades of engineering perfection. Every time he drove down the highway, the engine responded with seamless precision, as if it knew exactly what he wanted.