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One evening, on my way home from work, I stopped at
a car dealership—just to take a look. A sales

representative approached and asked, “Which one do

you like?”

“I like them all,” I replied.

“Choose one,” he said, "Come inside, and we’ll talk
about it."

I laughed and said, “Okay.”

I don’t remember much about our conversation, but I

told him about my husband’s poor credit and how I

assumed that meant I couldn’t finance anything either.
He chuckled and said, “Your husband has bad credit, not

you.”

That moment changed everything. I gave him my

information, and he told me to leave it with him—he

would be in touch.

A New Opportunity

Two days later, he called back with unexpected advice:
Instead of buying a used car, he suggested I lease a

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