It was quite the task to move a car that didn't run when the person moving it had no tow truck, but somehow Audrey managed it. In the middle of the night, the Riviera was parked outside of the building and covered with a large, green tarp.

It suited it really, since a vehicle like that was more boat than actual car. Before leaving, Audrey rushed over and disappeared beneath the covering just long enough to tuck a green envelope behind a rubber stripped windshield wiper.

The card, a plain red affair on the outside, read;

Dear Ray,

I hope you treat this behemoth right and give her the TLC that she so desperately needs. I'm sure she'll do the same in return.

PS: Happy Birthday!

Your friend,

Audrey

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