I didn't believe it at first.
"You made a what?" I asked, astonished.
"A car," he smiled.
"A car?"
"Yes, those vehicles with four wheels that ..." he began enthusiastically.
Now this was strange. "Yes, I know what a car means, but how the hell did you make it? You are no damn mechanic. And it looks so different, not just like any car."
"That's because it's my home-car," he beamed proudly, "I live here."
"Why, what happened to your house?" I was curious.
"Well, you see," he gulped, "my wife stays there with her new friend, a man, so.."
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