Samuel Chairstraddle hopped into his 1990 GMC Jimmy and cranked the engine.
“Please start; com’onnn…baby, START!”
{WRiii, WRiii, chik, chick, vwirrrrr, VROOM}
Sam crossed himself and looked up to where he supposed the heavens were; he blew a kiss. Resting his arm behind the passenger headrest, he backed quickly down his icy driveway — checking briefly for oncoming [...]
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