[ So, weird things happening at this point just feel like a walk down memory lane. This memory however held no deja vu and after dealing with the annoying salesman Guillermo walks away with a pistachio colored 2003 Saab Aero convertible that stutters when he stops and veers slightly to the left when he's driving. It's got to have an issue with the alternator, or the transmission but he doesn't have the time nor the energy to look into it in this wasteland. He also doesn't trust himself to watch his back while also bent over the hood so he deals, like only a kid from Bronx can.
What he's not expecting is to see Nandor, on the shoulder of the open highway, carrying a motorcycle. He squints, from a few yards off and slows his car down with some protest of the steering wheel and engine and lowers the window with a look of disbelief. ]
option b : arrival
What he's not expecting is to see Nandor, on the shoulder of the open highway, carrying a motorcycle. He squints, from a few yards off and slows his car down with some protest of the steering wheel and engine and lowers the window with a look of disbelief. ]
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