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Things like the “flower Datsun” weren’t all that unusual, but people seemed to make a big deal over them.
“There’s worse ways to repurpose your old rig.”
He paused on his walk to regard the object. No doubt someone’s attempt at art or maybe a commentary on the environment.
“Plants are wilting and the chassis is rusting. Can’t really help the latter, but if you’re going to keep plants…”
He knocked on the door of the house belonging to the Datsun. No one answered but the hose was right there.
Jerry started spraying down the pots in the engine compartment.
