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The lot was called “Auto Place,” but no one had parked a car there in twenty years. The faded sign, bolted to a rusted archway, still flickered at dusk:

The sedan had entered Slot 13—a tight space near the compressor room. But instead of stopping, it nudged the car in Slot 12. A gentle, apologetic bump. Then it nudged Slot 14. Then it began to turn. auto place

He looked up at the broken sign. The arrow pointing to full service. The words his uncle had painted by hand, decades ago: We wash. We wax. We listen. The lot was called “Auto Place,” but no