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Kevin watches as the ice-cream wrapper falls from the glove box when he opens it. It slowly floats down, landing in the passenger footwell. Kevin picks it up: it’s salmiak. He knows who it came from. And if he thought about it, he could probably say when it came from…
Before his mind runs too far away from itself, Kevin suddenly looks up. The receptionist at the garage is looking at him with a puzzled expression and Kevin realises he’s sat, alone in his car grinning, and maybe blushing.
Jakob makes a mess of everything: his car… but especially him.