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Thursday, February 17, 2011
His Car
She left his car door opened in the rain.
Tears fell.
Soaked the seat and hit the dashboard.
He never looked at her in the same way.
"My Car, my life.", could be his motto.
"She doesn't care about my car."
"How could she care about me?"
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