there is an neglected and unloved little '90/'91 red SAAB 900 three door languishing in a parking spot down the road, i pass it everyday. i'm lonesome for my little car sometimes, she was so perty and, well...you know. when it's right, it's right. of course, mine didn't run for the last two months i had her, but love is love. ever faithful.
i wonder, does she ever think of me?
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