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Miller nodded. He went into his small, oil-stained shack and came back with a stack of bills that was far more than the blue book value of a twenty-year-old scrap heap. "That’s too much," Clara said, staring at the money.

Clara looked confused as Miller walked around the sedan. He didn't check the oil or the transmission. Instead, he reached into the backseat and pulled out a faded sun hat. He looked at the glove box and found a stack of maps with hand-drawn routes through the Appalachian Trail. Finally, he looked at the steering wheel, worn smooth at the ten and two positions. "This car went places," Miller noted. junkyard that will buy your car

Miller leaned against a stack of tires, chewing on a piece of straw. "I buy 'em all, girl. But I don't pay for the metal. I pay for what’s left inside." Miller nodded

"I heard you buy cars," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "Even the ones that don't want to live anymore." Clara looked confused as Miller walked around the sedan