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The little car I drove for 15 years before selling to a guy down the street met an untimely end recently -- t-boned in a parking lot and totaled. No one was hurt, but I'm still sad. That was a good car. Sigh.

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I still see the car we sold when we were young and broke in the neighborhood, a '67 Impala. Every time I see it, it is in worse shape, it's so sad. I don't miss filling that car with gas, but I do still miss it, and hate to see it falling apart. There are a lot of good memories attached to that car.

Natalia @ 10/21/2008 03:20 PM CST


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