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Eric stepped back, admiring the old hearse. A gleaming silver '63 caddy with a black vinyl top. Cherry, if not for the engine problem. Though the car acted strange, he had no doubt he'd find what was wrong. Eric had a way with cars.
He wiped his finger on his sleeve before caressing the fender.
"Nothing I can't fix, old girl. That's why you ended up here. Everyone knows I'm the best."