You Knew in Time We’d Meet Again

Paul parked his rusting, dented Ford Model T between a silver Rolls Royce Phantom and a cherry red Roamer Roadster that was polished to a shine. He turned to his friend in the passenger seat and smiled. “We’re here!” he exclaimed. George gripped the inside handle on the car door. “What if he finds out …

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