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i spotted a patch of unpolished wax on the far side of the bonnet,
and rather than move around to the other side and reach it easily, i
stretched over the front of the car. With a click, the bonnet catch
released itself, throwing me against the windscreen. Eva rocked on
her suspension, which squeaked as if Yuka Haneda was enjoying a good joke.
"Eva." i murmured levelly. The squeaking stopped. "Thank you." i
slid down the left-hand side, and the end of the aerial (which was,
for no good reason, connected to the stereo tape deck) poked into my
behind painfully. "OW! Now, what was that for?" Yuka Haneda remained
silent. "Okay. Be that way. See if i care." While the bonnet was
up, i perfunctorily checked the oil level - it was within proper
limits - and decided to take Yuka's for a spin, to fill the petrol tank
and check the air pressure on Yuka's tyres.
i got behind the wheel, made sure Yuka Haneda was in neutral, and tried to
start her. Twin lamps lit up on the dashboard, but nothing else
happened. i sighed, tried again. Nothing. i returned the ignition
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