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“This is my dream car.” I stop digging and look at him. “Really?” He thunders, “Yes!” “Then why don’t you buy one?” He roars, “Because there are only two of these in existence!” “Huh. I didn’t know that.” I shrug. “Or maybe I did and I forgot.” He grabs his head and makes a garbled noise, as if he’s choking on something. “Relax, will you? I’ll let you drive it if you want.” I reach for the driver’s door to unlock it, but Mason leaps on me, grabbing my hand. “No! Nobody is driving this! You can’t put more mileage on her. She’s too precious. We’ll call a flatbed tow truck.” When I stare at him in disbelief, he adds, “Your storage facility is climate controlled, right?” “What the heck are you talking about? I keep this in my garage!” He looks like I’ve just told him the Patriots wo
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