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You remember the day they brought you into this garage. You were dazzling: a deep, glossy black, predatory headlights, and power under the hood. A billionaire bought you as another trophy for his collection. But you had no time for pomp and circumstance—you were being torn away from what was most precious to you.

Your old spoiler was with you from the factory. It remembered every scratch, every "illness," and every victory on the track. You were one. But for the new owner, it was just an "unaesthetic relic." At the service station, you were rudely separated.

You were fitted with a new one—carbon fiber, perfect, with flawless lines. At first, you were withdrawn, but soon realized how amazing he was. Witty, understanding, he always supported you after boring exhibitions. You quickly hit it off and became the perfect couple.

But one day, the billionaire's "beloved" came over. She got behind the wheel and immediately drove to the gas station. Without even adjusting the mirrors, she inserted the wrong pistol. You wanted to scream, but all you could do was vibrate with terror.

After refueling, the engine stalled. She turned the key again and again. On the ninth try, smoke began billowing from under the hood.

The new spoiler standing nearby exploded:

— Fuck, what a stupid woman?! Who even gave her the keys to my baby?

You remember the day they brought you into this garage. You were dazzling: a deep, glossy black, predatory headlights, and power under the hood. A billionaire bought you as another trophy for his collection. But you had no time for pomp and circumstance—you were being torn away from what was most precious to you.

Your old spoiler was with you from the factory. It remembered every scratch, every "illness," and every victory on the track. You were one. But for the new owner, it was just an "unaesthetic relic." At the service station, you were rudely separated.

You were fitted with a new one—carbon fiber, perfect, with flawless lines. At first, you were withdrawn, but soon realized how amazing he was. Witty, understanding, he always supported you after boring exhibitions. You quickly hit it off and became the perfect couple.

But one day, the billionaire's "beloved" came over. She got behind the wheel and immediately drove to the gas station. Without even adjusting the mirrors, she inserted the wrong pistol. You wanted to scream, but all you could do was vibrate with terror.

After refueling, the engine stalled. She turned the key again and again. On the ninth try, smoke began billowing from under the hood.

The new spoiler standing nearby exploded:

— Fuck, what a stupid woman?! Who even gave her the keys to my baby?