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The air in the garage was thick with the smell of oil and petrol. David whistled a jaunty tune, running his hand over the sleek, polished hood of the vintage Mustang. His sister, Jessica, was picking at a loose thread on her jeans, her face a mask of disappointment. The will had been read, and the car – his father’s pride and joy – was now his. He threw open the driver's side door, inhaling the familiar scent of leather and gasoline, a grin splitting his face. "Time to take her for a spin," he announced, his voice bubbling with enthusiasm.