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Peddle, the national car buyer, gave me the number of the tow place.
The reason they didn't come last night was their driver quit on them.
That sucks.
They were, however, willing to let me drive Noxious to them. So I did.
They cut a check, I signed over the title, and we're done!
But there was a surprise in our visit...
The back office of the auto-shop is a gun shop!
I noticed by the Luger hanging on the back wall and the owner and I started talking about Lugers.
He's got a 1914 artillery model with all the magazines, holster and stock... Paging Mr Fleetwood on the "I can't fucking afford that discourtesy phone!"
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