Selim realized the car wasn't a gift of freedom; it was a job he couldn't quit. He had the most beautiful car in the world, but he no longer owned his own time.
Selim laughed. "That’s easy!" He took the keys and drove into town. For a week, he was the envy of everyone. He drove to the coast, felt the wind in his hair, and felt like a king.
A month later, a new flyer appeared on the tea house wall: Selim sat on the stool by the dusty garage, waiting for the next person who thought they could get something for nothing.
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