Chapter Three: Mac

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"Great!" Jack exclaims kicking the back end of the jeep, "of all the days to have a freak accident!"

"It's not exactly a freak accident for a car to break down," I say, trying to calm him down.

"Well what are we going to do now?" he asks loudly, thrusting his arms out.

"I can fix the problem. I just need more time. . . and a paperclip."

"Dude! We don't have more time! Even if our plane was delayed an hour, we're late. And everything you've tried hasn't worked."

"Well I don't know what to tell you," I state, slightly annoyed.

"You know what?" he says," maybe we should find a place to stay for the night. We're not going to make our flight at this rate."

"That's one of the smartest things you've said all day."

"And look, a rooms for rent sign. What a coincidence."

"Well," I state, standing up straight while rubbing my hands together to try to get the oil off of them,"I don't think we can get this running so we'll have to push it to the house."

"Well let's go Mackers, my bed is calling."

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