Today's OneWord: Buyer

We tried to sell the car to the best buyer, but to no avail. It didn't matter how much we knocked down the price. Ultimately, during the aftermath of Christmas, all we could do was haul it off for a solid seven thousand dollars to an old, frumpy man with a contagious smile and probably even more contagious head cold, which he tried to contain within a very spotted handkerchief.

"My son will love this," he gurgled as he hopped into the car and I heard the clanging of my manager's heart settling against his belt buckle.

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