I slowly walk up to the second hand auto shop Frank told me about. He's not in favor of me driving again but I managed to convince him that I can't walk around town everyday to run my errands and get to my job just in time.
Shay was kind enough to offer me rides when she decides to study at the bakery every afternoon but I can't always rely on her. Eventually, Frank finally gave in on the condition that I choose a beat up jeep or the least a sedan that doesn't go a hundred miles per hour. What a bummer, but hey, at least I won't have to wait for the bus every night after my shift.
As I enter through the front door, the inside of the auto shop looked like a warehouse with its high ceiling and expansive area that was devoid of people. I'm not even sure if this place was still operating.
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