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Bob Dylan

Catching up with my two sisters and my group of friends in New Jersey was great and I now urgently needed to buy a car and get an apartment. I visited many of the car dealerships in Manhattan and saw the most amazing vehicle that I had to have. It was a bright red Mercedes, two door coupe diesel. I phoned around to several other dealerships in New Jersey to get the best price. I then went into the New York City mercedes dealership wearing an old army jacket and ripped jeans. I hadn’ t shaved for a few days and basically I looked as scruffy as you could when I presented at this posh dealership. I wandered over to the red 300 cd vehicle in the showroom and I walked past a group of salesmen wearing three piece suits. I circled the vehicle and noticed that the salesmen were watching me and then I kicked the front tire. A total cliche, but effective.
One guy came over to me and asked if he could help me and I said yeah, how much? He said that the car was very expensive. I asked again, how much? He then informed me that the car was priced at $ 23,000 and I responded with another question, does that include absolutely everything. He assured me that was correct. I hesitated for a minute or two and then said, hmm that price is high as I could get this at a dealership in New Jersey for only $ 18,000. I obviously caught him by surprise and he was now on the defense. I don’ t believe that he originally thought that I was a qualified prospect but now I seemed to be. He said he needed to speak to his manager and would get back to me which he did and said that I can have the car at that price if I paid cash thinking that would put me off. I responded to say, good, we have a deal. He was incredibly surprised and asked me if I was Bob Dylan.
A couple of days later, I drove the car out of the dealership and it was fantastic. I then acquired license plates from Alaska that had a grizzly bear standing up as I was still a resident of Alaska. These plates were stolen just about every other month when I lived in Manhattan as they were so unique. I had to park the car on the streets quite often and one time I went out to get in my car and it
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