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When I was 7 I had a favorite Hot Wheels car; a little yellow McLauren. It was the coolest Hot Wheels car in the world. One day, I was playing with it in my bedroom and it rolled underneath my dresser. I crawled over to get it out, but it wasn't there. I got a flashlight and looked, I moved the dresser, etc., but the McLauren disappeared. For the next several years, I'd find myself crawling around occasionally still looking for that damned McLauren.
When my family moved out of that house five years later, I stood and watched them move the dresser just in case that car was somehow still back there; it wasn't.
Rest in peace, little car.
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