First Impressions
The impound lot wasn’t what Matthew expected. Rows of rusting vehicles greeted him, their surfaces dull under the morning sun. Some cars sat on flat tires, while others had broken windows or missing parts. Still, he walked with determination, scanning each row carefully. He felt a twinge of nervousness, wondering if the sedan would live up to his hopes—or if it was just another battered relic.
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