This weekend I finally found a car. I spent most of Friday looking -in between fighting with my dad and Janet- and around 3 in the afternoon I went and looked at a '93 Nissan Altima. It sounded too good to be true, but I went anyway. It was dark blueish-green, a manual, with only 115,000 miles, a fairly straight body, few dents, but it was
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