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"I think something's broken," he said, legs sticking out from under the car like some sort of twisted Wizard of the Oz spoof. I leaned against the bumper - carefully, half afraid the additional weight would cause the jack to crumple and the car to fall - and put my finger in the pages to keep my place.
"Oh?" I asked, dirty and tired from sitting on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. Of course something's broken.
"Yeah." The soft sound of metal against metal sounded odd in the quiet of the deserted road. "Me."
I studied the dirt encrusted pant legs, the shoes that were scuffed and worn down, the pile of tools and broken piece of car before craning my neck to stare at the too blue to be true sky.
"Oh. Oh."
He cleared his throat heavily before saying in a voice that sounded different now, "Wrench?"
"Next to your hip, ten inches over," I responded, not even looking down from the entrancing and blank sky.
"Thanks."
"No prob."
"Oh?" I asked, dirty and tired from sitting on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. Of course something's broken.
"Yeah." The soft sound of metal against metal sounded odd in the quiet of the deserted road. "Me."
I studied the dirt encrusted pant legs, the shoes that were scuffed and worn down, the pile of tools and broken piece of car before craning my neck to stare at the too blue to be true sky.
"Oh. Oh."
He cleared his throat heavily before saying in a voice that sounded different now, "Wrench?"
"Next to your hip, ten inches over," I responded, not even looking down from the entrancing and blank sky.
"Thanks."
"No prob."