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I silently mouthed the last four numbers of his phone as I punched them into my new cellular phone for the first time. Oh…five…seven…three. 0573. "Hello." John never greeted anyone with the same ritualistic questioning inflection as most people would. Instead, his voice betrayed a resounding declaration that you had better not be wasting his time. I briefly glanced through glass into the mechanics' shop as my neglected automobile idled helplessly.
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