’Twas always part o’ Werner’s personal policy: when he saw a car stopped in the middle o’ the grass, he stopped his own car & got out to pull his cables out o’ his trunk, to connect their cars, a bond that could ne’er be severed.

The car’s owner, Penney, insisted that he didn’t need to do that, that she was all right, that some crazy driver just blindsighted her & rushed ’way & she could call her insurance to fix everything. But Werner didn’t listen. When he continued to move toward her car, her voice became sterner, & then mo’ alarmed.

But before she could stop him, he connected the cars together, a bond that could ne’er be severed.


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