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nal to call a pick-up truck. My 2007 hatchback blows black smoke from its engine as motoris

call to take over while I play the part of damsel in distress.

the knees and sit my ass on the sidewalk, yelping as I make contact with the heated cement. My

he guy you introduced to your family and thought you would build a life with, thought of you as nothing but a side chick. It's been years, and it still hurts. He still tries to call and message on birthdays or randomly to convince me that he car

work out. Don't stress it always does", I try to give myself a pep talk, j

nd

900. Another beauty to add to my collection. It's one of only ten cars

to be where I am. When I made it big, I took my best friends along for the ride. They are now each CEO's of their own companies but you wo

ting the sound. "Fuck Xander, now this was so worth the wait, if you want

as I turn to the sales guy, "

me burgers on the way, I'm starving

ou?" says Tyler as he presses a

ce to pick up some paperwork that need

-four seven. Playing PlayStation, fiddling with the car