With her in his arms, he leaned against Darlene's hood. It might've been his imagination that made him hear a throat clearing from inside the engine.
"She put eyelashes on my car. My car says she's exploring her feminine side. Anya is working on a body for my car." Now that he had a body against him, the horror of Anya's threat didn't seem so bad.
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