A white 1986 Cadillac Deville. We had good times, then.
We would roll through smoggy dry hills with our windows down, just me and Don. We would blast Incubus from his old, but fine quality speakers that were once considered a luxury. My face would be red from the heat and my thighs would be stuck to its tan leather seats that were weathered with cracks.
But he was royalty taken for granted. Poor thing. I left him when I went off to college, only to come back and find out that he didn't survive the smog check for that year.
I guess I understood that it was his time to go. I appreciated all that he was for me and still do. So thanks, old car of mine.
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your heavy hams
The last time I spent my summer back in my hometown was in 2007 with my beloved friend Amy.
A green 1949 Lincoln penny. We had good times, then.
We would roll down bone dry hills with our zippers down, just me and Amy. We would lick each other like incubi. Her old, but fine quality exterior mold was a real luxury. My face would be red with passion and my thighs would be stuck to my tan leather pants that were weathered with cracks.
But she was royalty taken for granted. Poor thing. I left her when I went off to war, only to come back and find out that she didn't survive the currency recall for that year.
I guess I understood that it was her time to go. I appreciated all that she was for me and still do. So thanks, old penny of mine.
nane, you are weird.
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