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That night, I bought another camera. Not for me. For my mother-in-law’s sedan. She had backed over her own mailbox twice.

The cashier, a young man named Darius with a single hoop earring and the calm energy of a mechanic who had seen everything, scanned the items. autozone backup cameras

“Explorer?” he asked without looking up. That night, I bought another camera

“AutoZone,” I muttered, peeling a sticky note off my fridge where my wife had written: Fix the backup situation. Or else. ” I muttered