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He stopped where the pavement turned grey and the fences grew tall. A hand-painted sign swayed in the breeze: "Buy Here, Pay Here. No Credit? No Problem. Your Job is Your Credit."
"People talk down about these lots," Miller said, sliding a pen across the desk. "But half the workforce in this city gets to their job because of a car from this strip. You pay on time, you keep the oil changed, and this car will get you to the next version of your life."
Elias settled on a dark blue hatchback. It had high mileage and a faint scent of old pine air freshener, but the engine hummed with a surprising lack of drama. They sat in the small office, the air conditioner rattling in the window, as Miller explained the math. The interest was high—the price of the risk Miller was taking—but the weekly payment was exactly what Elias had calculated he could swing if he gave up his Sunday shifts at the diner and stayed on the line.