Car,
I've had you for a long time now, and I like to think I take pretty good care of you. I buy you gas, fill up your tires... Sure, I take you for some pretty long drives, but never without making sure you have all the coolant and oil your little machine heart could desire! So Car, why Car, are you dying? It seems like you're just falling apart by bits. First, the brake dust guard you decided to drag around for a week, then the two blown tires, now this? I only wanted to rent a movie, and blockbuster is too far to walk. Why wont you start? Do you like looking at the new releases posters that much? Come on baby, come on home!
love,
your driver
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