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A man with a pockmarked face, jittery blue eyes, thin greased hair that won’t stay back says to me, This is crazy, ain’t it.
I nod and smile. He adds, I heard the South will be completely out in a week.
Eyeing my Prius, he asks, What can you get out of that thing for real?
Fifty, I answer.
Shit! That’s a damned good car, he says.
We like it, I tell him. We’ve always liked Toyotas. They never break down.
Looking around, he says, What are people gonna do?
Stay home, I guess, I chuckle, flash my most reassuring smile.
After a pause, he says, Give 'em another week. They’ll be killing each other.
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