“Saving your Toyota,” he said, still bent over. “Spark plugs. Old as my uncle. Swapping them out. She’ll start up smoothly now.”
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“You’re joking. What, you just happened to have tools lying around?”
“Almost. I just hate seeing good girls stranded.”
I stared at him silently as he wiped his hands on a rag. I wanted to ask why he was being so kind. But instead…
“How much do I owe you?”
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“Just a thank-you. Or maybe coffee in the morning. I like it milky, with double sugar.”
And the next morning, he was standing by my porch, with that exact coffee. I smiled at him and took the cup.
Could miracles really start like this?
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