“Thank you so much for taking care of me and taking in a complete stranger and caring for them, you're an angel” She blushed a little and told me no problem. I would have given her a hug but my mind was wondering about my car. She said they had fixed it. Hopefully they didn't break anything on it. which wasn't already broken. Then we locked eyes which was pretty embarrassing to see since it was so quiet now, I broke the silence “do you think you can take me to my car you said your friend has it.”. So we both walked out of her house and into her driveway it had stopped snowing a long time ago. I guess because the sun was out and it was nice and warm, not a drop of snow, we got into her jeep and headed down the road. It must've been a XJ because it was the same body style as the one I had in high school. Soon we were on a nice countryside road with the windows down, the nice warm wind blowing on our faces. I turned to look at her and it was like a flashback but not from the crash. A memory I don't recall. Very fuzzy but what I could make out was an instrument panel, some kind of warning alarm, and sparks shooting out from the panel; it appeared to be a helicopter. But as fast as the vision came to me it was gone. I don't know what I think of this girl but she did save my life and for some reason it seems like I've known her my whole life. “Ok, we're here,”she said. “HEY PUNK YOUR BLOCKING MY ENTRANCE MOVE OR I’LL CALL THE COPS”. Some man yelled with a thick Boston accent. Yaaa real nice guy I thought to myself. She giggled “he just doesn't know it's me. Mario is me liz that guy i was telling you about is awake! ” She yelled back “Really!” the man yelled “GREAT...OH HIS CAR IS THAT WHY YOU GUYS CAME” Ya i yelled. “Well I bet you like what i did to it.” We got out of the road and made our way to him. “So your name is Liz?” i asked “ya what's wrong with it?” she seemed really disappointed i asked. “Hey what's wrong I just asked if that was your name?” “Lots of people make fun of me because of my name,” she said. “Well I like your name, I don't see anything wrong with it” I told her. “Thanks, that means a lot to me.” That seemed to make her cheer up. “awww two love birds I see you two like each other you like her don't you boy.” said the man we went to see. “n-no it's not like that!” Liz mumbled and she was red, so was I.”Well it's nice to finally meet you boy, my name is Mario” the man said “Hi my name my name is Mike, I heard you have been keeping my car here”. I said “ Well hi Mike, let's go get your car, it's just in this garage.” Mario said. So we walked over to what looked like a really nice garage. He opened the large sliding door and inside were lines of cars, lots of junk cars and then normal cars. Follow me, Mario said. We walked all the way to the end of the garage and he pointed to one with a tarp over it. So I walked to the tarp, part of the glistening chrome bumper stuck out from below the tarp. I pulled the tarp off and there it was a beautiful shiny 1968 Impala station wagon with its white roof. Everything had been repaired and repainted, even the original spoiler and roof rack was fixed.

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