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She hated taking her car to the shop. It was because she knew that her car was old and she should just buy a new one.
But she was going to hang on to Jimmy for as long as she could.
"Your car is in terrible shape." Declan was underneath her car doing whatever it was car mechanics did. Becky was barely sure what they did.
"It's not that bad," Becky said. She was flipping through a magazine.
"Do you hate your car?" Declan asked. "It seems as if you hate your car." She could hear him using tools and whatnot, but she wasn't sure what he was really trying to discern.
"You're mean," Becky said.
"You are. To this car," Declan said. He pulled himself out from under her car. "Are you sure you want me to fix this? There are parts I could use."
"Don't strip my car," Becky said. "Please." Sh
