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The red fiat shook backward and forward, and then it whooped and came to a halt. Jack wiped off the sweat from his wide forehead and cursed under his breath. As He smacked the wheel driver twice with his elbow, his nose puffed out with anger. The air outside grew hot mingled with the choking smell of the fumes. Jack turned on the air conditioner, placed his sweaty face in front of it and sighed at the sudden relief. But it didn't last long,. Quickly he pulled his face from the air conditioner, and remembered that he will be late for work if he did not get this car fixed in less than ten minutes, and he knew that it would be impossible to do so. “You will have to take go walking," he told himself as he stepped out of the car and slammed the door closed. He was standing amidst ques of cars, beeping like a chorus of horn players; their speed blew away his suite at his sides. Jack blew at the air, and with his mouth twisting down at its sides, He kicked the door of his car and dashed forward, hoping that his boss will show him mercy.