I’m not paying you!”
I shrugged. “Then you’re not getting the car. Simple.”
Her husband ended up fixing his own car.
And mine? It still carries me to university every morning—quiet, reliable, and entirely mine. Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events.
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