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Zaawaadi turned her head, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across her face. “Oh, you’ll get greatness.”

Silence. The garage smelled of motor oil and old carpet. Marcus’s car sat in the middle, hood open, tools scattered.

“Marcus?”

The airhorn screamed to life, a deafening, angry goose of a noise that bounced off every concrete wall. Zaawaadi shrieked, dropped the pin, and stumbled backward—right into a rolling mechanic’s creeper. Her feet flew up, her slippers launched into orbit, and she landed with a muffled oomph in a pile of old seat cushions. LilHumpers - Zaawaadi - An Airhorn Prank Turns ...

“MARCUS!” she yelled over the din.

She pushed the door open.

Given Marcus’s track record, a “surprise” could mean anything from a new set of tires to a live raccoon in a box. But Zaawaadi, wrapped in an oversized hoodie and fuzzy slippers, shuffled toward the garage door, already bracing herself. Zaawaadi turned her head, a slow, dangerous smile

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“You owe me new slippers,” she muttered.

Then she saw it. Taped to the hood of the car was a small, unassuming silver canister. Next to it, a sticky note: “Pull the pin.” Marcus’s car sat in the middle, hood open, tools scattered

“You’re dead,” she said, still giggling. “You are so dead.”

He popped out from behind a storage shelf, phone out, cackling . Tears streamed down his face. “Oh my god—your face —I got it, I got the whole thing!”