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They sat in a small office that smelled of stale coffee and old upholstery. Miller laid out the ledger. "Two thousand down. One hundred every Friday. You miss two, the repo man comes. You keep it steady, and in eighteen months, the title is yours."

Elias didn't hesitate. He signed his name, the ink blooming on the paper. When Miller handed over the keys, they felt heavy—not with metal, but with responsibility.

Elias walked out and climbed into the driver’s seat. He turned the key. The engine coughed, then hummed into a steady vibration that rattled the loose change in the console. He dialed the AC to max, feeling the first blast of frigid air hit his face.

Miller chuckled. "She ain't pretty, but she's got a heart of gold. New brakes, too."

"The silver sedan," Elias said, pointing to a decade-old Toyota. "The one with the 'Cold AC' sign in the window."

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