Since it takes so yesterday the red / 8 times out again and wash thoroughly to help the dark paint to its former glory
As it draws then in a beautiful sunset, feeling the car from the Hall home and stowed it safely in the garage
As you open the garage door this morning, happy and goes to breakfast, to which one was kindly invited
Since then travels together in the city are examined, a few old-timers, controls a cafe, parked the red / 8 in the shade and enjoy a coffee
point.
And I'll come so back from the cafe and some worthless bum is probably the dilapidated plastic bumper of his inferior wannabe import junkyard car once along the right edge of the red / 8ers along and has it down a trail of rubber dirt wear his crap bumper in the paint, and both right door dented pointed. And
is cut off.
There comes to happiness. My reaction can think of. Something like:
Preserving values? Not worth it. 40 years is nothing in the eyes of a running up asshole.
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