Mara felt guilty and triumphant in equal measure. She slid out of the car and peered at the engine as if it were a living creature emerging from concussion. She imagined Grandpa turning the key in some other time and hearing the car answer with the same small laugh.
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A small window asked: WRITE KEY? YES / NO. Mara felt guilty and triumphant in equal measure
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