The one?
Just as he was about to give up and trudge back home, the final car was brought up. It was an older model, a bit dusty and with faded paint, but it looked sturdy. The crowd, perhaps tired or having spent their budgets on shinier models, didn’t seem interested. James felt a surge of hope. He placed his bid, holding his breath as he waited for a counteroffer.
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