(OCC:I feel like starting, so that works for me.)
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George sighed as he loaded the last of his belongings into his Model T. He would miss his house that he couldn't pay his loan on. "Sigh...why did I have to take out a loan? I could've just lived in an apartment or even the Ford Factory. It just doesn't seem right at all...I'd better get to the shop, where I can at least make a little money off of this car and my things."

George put his keys in the car, turning it on. Putting his hands on the wheel, the former Ford employee drove down to his destination, the Highland Pawn Shop. George stepped out of the car, locking the door.