Fiction | September 01, 1981

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It’s strange, the things you find yourself doing.  Right now I’m a spotter for a repossessor.  I drive through the streets at three or four in the morning, and when I spot a car that’s on my order list I call it in on my two-way radio.  Then in minute the pros come along in the van.  One of them breaks in while the other one opens the back of the van and puts down a metal ramp.  They drive the car up the ramp.  They pull the ramp in.  They pull the doors shut behind them.  And they drive away.  The whole thing takes less than two minutes.

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