Dylan’s hangover caused dots to flash in front of his eyes, as he pulled the lever of the car compactor. He looked both ways, holding his breath, sweating, as the machine began to work. Edwin rounded a heap of cars, holding a cup of steaming coffee.
“Wild night last night, huh? ” asked Edwin.
“Yeah.”
“Hey isn’t that your car?”
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