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Walking to the office, I call overshit away”

“I’ about money”

I shake e It’s all s, so I have a clear view of the 1961 cherry red gun into the shop

Daives me a semi “Holy shit”

The words are a sacred whisper fro this piece of ht here in Mack’s garage

“Grayson?” Mack’s voice snaps me out of my daze

I snatch up the clipboard holding the workorder for the Chevy and head out to where my uncle stands beside the sexiest of all sportscars

“What you need, Carl?” Mack steps back as the elegantly dressed es from the low ride

He givesto drive out to the lake this weekend, and I don’t want to end up on the side of the road”

Mack chuckles, but I stay back until I’m called

Carl Harris is a strange and hatefulwhiskey and staring at the photograph of his dead wife I wouldn’t know I’ve never been invited inside his house, even though he’s my best friend Danny’s dad

Speak of the devil

“Hey, grease es out of the passenger seat and runs around to grab me in a headlock “Who won the Kentucky Derby?”

I’er, but it still takes a rip

“Charley Horse!” he cries