The Rise and Fall of my BMW 325is

The vivid colors of the descending sun fade to black and are replaced by a star covered sky. The cool night air races through my fingers as I pull my hand back into my girlfriend’s SAAB 9-3. The torture that has been the last hour of my life is finally nearing an end. My heart is beating like a kick drum as we turn the corner and arrive at our destination...

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