The car is not for sale... The owner, a gruff man in his late 50's says to you, smoking a cigarette. The fact that he won't sell it to you crushes your spirits, but you're not going to let this stop you. For weeks, you pester him. Poke him about the car. Prod him. You even offer to buy him cigarettes. It's not for sale. He tells you each and every time before walking back inside his house, rejecting your offer...
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