Why had she said yes to that? Why had she agreed to his terms for the sale of the car? She honestly couldn’t tell at that very moment, but there she was, sitting on one of the counters in the garage, her legs swaying a little in the air while she waited for him to fix the oil and do all of that stuff that he just seemed to love. Like check the air in the tires. “Does it bore you eventually? It just seems repetitive.” Ariadne asked, as she was about to bite into one of the grapes she’d brought with her. It just bored her to look at cars like that. “It’s just like, up with the measure thing, dry it off, put it back down, check, fill up, put it back down, check, over and over.”
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