he says to me, despite the fact
that he knows
my name.
okay pal.
compadre,
comrade, friend.
as he slaps
me on the back
walking
through the rows
of used cars,
it's hard for him to spit
my name out.
no worries, buddy Roo,
amigo.
brother.
we'll take care of you.
don't you worry,
my man,
we'll have your new
car soon.
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