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My first car was transportation. I bought it as something I knew I'd be able to beat the holy hell out of; being rather poor at the time, reliability was a key factor (I didn't want to spend a lot on repairs).
When I finally found myself in a position to get something nicer I sent it off to the scrap heap without hesitation. I actively disliked that thing.
Then came the 'retta...
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I wake up in the morning more tired than before I slept
I get through cryin' and I'm sadder than before I wept
I get through thinkin' now, and the thoughts have left my head
I get through speakin' and I can't remember, not a word that I said
- Ben Harper, Show Me A Little Shame
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