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...the precious, perfect, Mint-Meltaway-green vintage Jaguar that parked outside my shop...
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or the dapper gentleman in plaid coat and beret who came to claim it. He was dropping off some pants to the tailor across the street. I watched his every move. With that ride, you shouldn't have to pay the parking meter. So he didn't.
And yes, the steering wheel is on the right.
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