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. Nothing. I try again. This time there's a sound like a splutter, and then a small "boom" that startles me, especially since I can see a thin white smoke coming from the engine. "Don't... don't do this to me," I beg the Palio. It's doing it. And not for the first time. I've blown almost my entire labor agreement rebuilding the engine. I open the door, getting out of the car. I go to the hood, wondering whether or not I should open it and see what's going on. Something rings in my head, a memory from some news report, that you never open the hood of a car that might be on fire. Still, I'm foolish, and nervousness makes me pull the latch. Luckily, there's nothing burning, just smoke coming out. "No... no..." I mumble. I don't even have the money to take the car to Curitiba. The tow truck must cost a fortune. A hysterical laugh bursts from my throat, when I realize all the shit that's going on. What am I going to do? "Are you okay?" A smooth, velvety male voice echoes behind me. I turn my body quickly, and come face to face with a tall, handsome man in a white shirt and plaid shorts. It's strange that he's wearing shorts, when it's clearly cold. My eyebrows rise, as I notice his muscular, golden legs. - Hello? - he insists. - How are you? - he asks again, walking towards me. I'm alone in this deserted place, but I'm not afraid because something about him seems familiar. - My car... - I point. He comes closer. He's close to me, so close that I can smell his perfume. It's strong, very characteristic of a man like him, probably rich from the presence he gives off. - I'm not a mechanic, but I think his engine broke down. Wow, he's so handsome, up close. Something inside me knows I've seen him before, and I try to concentrate. He turns his face from the engine to me and smiles. - Television - he says. - What? - I ask, trying to concentrate. - You're wondering where you've seen me before. It was on the news. - Are you a reporter? - Yeah... I am... - he doesn't seem very proud of it. - I know a guy who works at a tow truck. If you want, I can ask him a favor. - I can't pay