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Jul 13, 2016 21:03:35 GMT 2
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Post by Elliot Mackie on Mar 13, 2016 11:04:58 GMT 2
It was always something. Nothing "perfect" in this world was ever allowed to stay that way, as a rule. From migraine-inducing traffic to the slushy soup of dirty brown snow lining the streets downtown, Chicago was the furthest from perfection. The city might as well have been out to get every single one of its inhabitants in some way or another, be it by major crimes or petty annoyances.
Speaking of petty annoyances, the godawful sound coming from under the hood of Elliot's car was just that. The last thing he wanted to deal with on his to-do list. But it genuinely aggravated him, and so he reluctantly took precious time out of his day off to have the car repaired. The drivability was not impaired, but it was enough to drive someone mad. Otherwise, it was a pristine vehicle, classic black (an Audi, so not what you would necessarily call "fancy"). He parked the car in the lot next to the mechanic shop.
"Right on the dot," he said as he shut the door of the shop behind him, rather prominently in addition, in a manner as if to announce his arrival. He twirled the car keys around on his finger, rustled them in his palm. ---------- tag: @johnny / notes: unformatted, posted on mobile. will fix soon!
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