By a wire

My driver’s side car mirror, my entire car mirror, was hanging by a wire today. I feel that the Buick’s life is nearing an end. I took her in for an oil change and was told she really needed $700 in repairs. That’s about half of what I paid for her two years ago, so it seems like it ain’t worth it. But the sentimental value… well, I never thought I’d be this attached to a car. But that car was the only place I could scream at the top of my lungs; sing my heart out; drive as fast as I dared or as slow as I wanted, even when everything else seemed completely out of my control.

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  1. you can scream as loud as you want in our room. ill pretend to be a back seat full fo fast food wrappers and the bed will pretend to be a steering wheel.

    🙂

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