I’d only been driving my dad’s car for two weeks before it exploded into flames on the highway.
This is not an exaggeration.
After the auto shop confirmed there was no way I could drive the car again without paying for more repairs than it was worth, I went car-shopping.
I was prepared to spend a good chunk of change for an extremely reliable vehicle (you can understand my trepidation). And I wasn’t going to be too picky — I needed a new car ASAP. Those two factors meant I was an extremely good prospect.
Unfortunately for him, the
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