Take good care of it
Mark’s Aunt Marcia guided her nephew to the barn where the truck was parked and handed him the keys. She looked at the truck for a moment, as if lost in a memory, before turning to Mark. “Take good care of it; for some reason, it was special to my husband,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. Mark promised he would, and shortly after, he drove away from their property. But pretty quickly, he ran into some weird trouble…
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