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Anyway,” she goes on. “I tried to repay you …” I snort at that statement. “The next day, you showed up with a two-hundred-thousand-dollar car.” A woman I had only met the night before bought me a car. I thought she was out of her mind. I still think that. “I told you I’d pay for the tag and insurance …” “I’m not accepting it,” I remind her. She does this often. She still has it in her garage. As though I’m just going to call her up one day and say hey, you know that Audi R8 Spyder you bought me? Yeah, I’ll take that now. “This isn’t about the car.
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