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“B—But why are you taking my car?”

“It isn’t your car,” Malcoled “It’s a lease A lease with my name on it”

“Yes, but I’ve beenthe payments!”

He nodded “You have And on time too I appreciate that, but—”

“You gave me a car for my bir

thday,” I said, slowly raisingwith it! Don’t you remember?”

“Of course”

“What kind of a boyfriend gives his girlfriend a fucking payment book?” I practically shouted “Who the hell does that?”

Noe did have an audience Half the diner was staring at us, like the bloodthirsty crowd of a gladiatorial coliseu for me to slap him, or throw a drink in his face, or—

“What do youhave you known? And you take me here? To the shittiest diner in all of Manhattan?”

The waitress topping off coffee halted rily, one dirty pot clutched in each of her hands

“You break up withmy car?”

“Not your car,” Malcolm repeated simply “It’s—”

“I KNOW WHAT IT IS!”

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