It was a really nice car. Clean and sleek. The guy driving it was probably in his 20s -- a skinny guy wearing baggy shorts, a t-shirt, a flat-brimmed ball cap and sunglasses. He'd been into the QuikShop and came out with a box of doughnuts and a drink. This was in the evening. For some reason, he didn't fit the car.
When I asked to pray for him, he just squinted at me into the sun, but he didn't say anything. I finally told him about my project. There was another long pause. Hesitatingly, he said "yes." I prayed a prayer of protection and blessing for him. He thanked me. I told him I liked his car.
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