"Hey." I was in a grocery store parking lot, so I thought it was someone calling to a friend or something. "Hey!" I turned around. It was a man in a bronze, 74 Cadillac, his hair combed over his head in thin wisps. He had on a white, unbuttoned shirt with the name Manny on the pocket. He was leaning out the window with his sunglasses on. "I
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