Charles slammed the car door with a thud, dust rising from the gravel beneath his shoes. “I swear… I am never… stealing a car again!”
Carlos, lounging across the front seat with arms behind his head and a victorious grin plastered on his face, barely glanced at him. “Oh, Charles, it’s adventure! And nothing...nothing...could be more romantic than eloping in the dead of night to escape furious bodyguards!”

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