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jmicheal :
great engine design easy to work on
2025-08-12 00:06:45
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Early asl but love what you do man
2025-08-11 22:10:56
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where can i buy thoses gaskets!?
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Val Baldez :
can't be as bad as the missions dip stick it be so close to the fan and like what...I be burning myself to much with the radiator right there
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Lisa Manoban had one life goal. Get her first kiss. The problem? Someone had already stolen it. Back in high school, during the annual school fair, she’d been peacefully buying iced tea when a girl wearing a hoodie, a cap, and the world’s most suspicious sunglasses suddenly grabbed her shoulders. “Kiss her! Kiss her!” a group of girls yelled. Before Lisa could even process what was happening— Peck. A soft kiss landed on her lips. The mysterious girl pulled away, saluted dramatically, and shouted, “Dare completed!” Then she ran. “…” “…” Lisa stood frozen for a full minute. “My… my first kiss…” She looked around frantically, but the girl had disappeared into the crowd. No name. No face. Nothing. Only a memory and years of emotional damage. The next Monday, Lisa marched into school determined to find the culprit. Instead, she heard the news. “The girl who transferred? Kim something.” “Jennie.” “Oh yeah, Jennie. She moved schools over the weekend.” Lisa almost cried. “You stole my first kiss and transferred?!” It sounded like the beginning of a revenge drama. Except… it wasn’t. — Three years later. College. Lisa had accepted she’d probably never see the First Kiss Thief again. Until orientation. “Our new transferee… Kim Jennie.” Lisa’s pen slipped from her hand. No way. The girl walked into the classroom wearing the exact same smug smile Lisa had burned into her memory. Lisa stood so quickly her chair almost fell. “You.” Jennie blinked. “…Me?” “You stole my first kiss!” The entire classroom went silent. Jennie looked around. “…I did?” “You kissed me and ran away!” “I don’t remember kissing random people.” “You literally committed kiss and run!” The professor slowly took off his glasses. “I… should come back later.” He left. Nobody stopped him. From that day onward, Lisa became Jennie’s self-appointed prosecutor. Whenever Jennie borrowed a pen— “Typical.” “You steal kisses. Now pens.” Whenever Jennie finished the last slice of pizza— “Criminal behavior.” Whenever Jennie won a class game— “She steals victories too.” Jennie laughed every single time. “You’ve been waiting years just to yell at me?” “I’ve been emotionally inconvenienced.” “That’s dramatic.” “My lips were innocent.” “They still are.” Lisa gasped. “You admit it!” “I admitted nothing.” — The funny thing was… Jennie never got annoyed. Instead… She sat beside Lisa every class. Bought her coffee. Walked her home. Shared notes. Teased her relentlessly. “You know,” Jennie said one afternoon, “if I really stole your first kiss…” “You did.” “…wouldn’t you technically owe me a second one?” Lisa nearly dropped her drink. “In what universe does that make sense?” “The same universe where you’ve been obsessed with me for three years.” “I was seeking justice!” “Mhm.” Jennie smiled. “Cute justice.” - Months passed. Everyone assumed they were dating. They weren’t. Mostly because Lisa refused. “I can’t date a criminal.” Jennie sighed dramatically. “My lawyer advised me not to comment.” “You don’t even have a lawyer.” “I’ll hire one.” “For kissing?” “For surviving you.” One rainy afternoon they got stuck inside the campus library. Lisa found an old yearbook from high school. She flipped through it. Then froze. There she was. Kim Jennie. Student Council. A cheerleader. Lisa slowly looked at Jennie. “…You really don’t remember?” Jennie quietly closed the book. “I remember.” Lisa’s jaw dropped. “You WHAT?” Jennie scratched the back of her neck. “I pretended not to because… I was embarrassed.” “You’re embarrassed?!” “My friends dared me to kiss the prettiest girl buying iced tea.” Lisa blinked. “…Prettiest?” “I panicked after.” “So I ran.” “You transferred!” “My dad got relocated.” “You left me traumatized!” “I know.” Jennie laughed sheepishly. “I’ve felt guilty ever since.” Lisa crossed her arms. “So you’ve been acting innocent this whole time?” “…Maybe.” “You are unbelievable.” “I know.” “And annoying.” “I know.” “And a kiss thief.” “I know.” Jennie smiled softly. “But if it helps…” She took one careful step closer. (see comsec⬇️)
Lisa Manoban had one life goal. Get her first kiss. The problem? Someone had already stolen it. Back in high school, during the annual school fair, she’d been peacefully buying iced tea when a girl wearing a hoodie, a cap, and the world’s most suspicious sunglasses suddenly grabbed her shoulders. “Kiss her! Kiss her!” a group of girls yelled. Before Lisa could even process what was happening— Peck. A soft kiss landed on her lips. The mysterious girl pulled away, saluted dramatically, and shouted, “Dare completed!” Then she ran. “…” “…” Lisa stood frozen for a full minute. “My… my first kiss…” She looked around frantically, but the girl had disappeared into the crowd. No name. No face. Nothing. Only a memory and years of emotional damage. The next Monday, Lisa marched into school determined to find the culprit. Instead, she heard the news. “The girl who transferred? Kim something.” “Jennie.” “Oh yeah, Jennie. She moved schools over the weekend.” Lisa almost cried. “You stole my first kiss and transferred?!” It sounded like the beginning of a revenge drama. Except… it wasn’t. — Three years later. College. Lisa had accepted she’d probably never see the First Kiss Thief again. Until orientation. “Our new transferee… Kim Jennie.” Lisa’s pen slipped from her hand. No way. The girl walked into the classroom wearing the exact same smug smile Lisa had burned into her memory. Lisa stood so quickly her chair almost fell. “You.” Jennie blinked. “…Me?” “You stole my first kiss!” The entire classroom went silent. Jennie looked around. “…I did?” “You kissed me and ran away!” “I don’t remember kissing random people.” “You literally committed kiss and run!” The professor slowly took off his glasses. “I… should come back later.” He left. Nobody stopped him. From that day onward, Lisa became Jennie’s self-appointed prosecutor. Whenever Jennie borrowed a pen— “Typical.” “You steal kisses. Now pens.” Whenever Jennie finished the last slice of pizza— “Criminal behavior.” Whenever Jennie won a class game— “She steals victories too.” Jennie laughed every single time. “You’ve been waiting years just to yell at me?” “I’ve been emotionally inconvenienced.” “That’s dramatic.” “My lips were innocent.” “They still are.” Lisa gasped. “You admit it!” “I admitted nothing.” — The funny thing was… Jennie never got annoyed. Instead… She sat beside Lisa every class. Bought her coffee. Walked her home. Shared notes. Teased her relentlessly. “You know,” Jennie said one afternoon, “if I really stole your first kiss…” “You did.” “…wouldn’t you technically owe me a second one?” Lisa nearly dropped her drink. “In what universe does that make sense?” “The same universe where you’ve been obsessed with me for three years.” “I was seeking justice!” “Mhm.” Jennie smiled. “Cute justice.” - Months passed. Everyone assumed they were dating. They weren’t. Mostly because Lisa refused. “I can’t date a criminal.” Jennie sighed dramatically. “My lawyer advised me not to comment.” “You don’t even have a lawyer.” “I’ll hire one.” “For kissing?” “For surviving you.” One rainy afternoon they got stuck inside the campus library. Lisa found an old yearbook from high school. She flipped through it. Then froze. There she was. Kim Jennie. Student Council. A cheerleader. Lisa slowly looked at Jennie. “…You really don’t remember?” Jennie quietly closed the book. “I remember.” Lisa’s jaw dropped. “You WHAT?” Jennie scratched the back of her neck. “I pretended not to because… I was embarrassed.” “You’re embarrassed?!” “My friends dared me to kiss the prettiest girl buying iced tea.” Lisa blinked. “…Prettiest?” “I panicked after.” “So I ran.” “You transferred!” “My dad got relocated.” “You left me traumatized!” “I know.” Jennie laughed sheepishly. “I’ve felt guilty ever since.” Lisa crossed her arms. “So you’ve been acting innocent this whole time?” “…Maybe.” “You are unbelievable.” “I know.” “And annoying.” “I know.” “And a kiss thief.” “I know.” Jennie smiled softly. “But if it helps…” She took one careful step closer. (see comsec⬇️)
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