I was driving today, and actually got a pang of nostalgia for the Jetta. Which is silly, because it was a thing, not a person or a pet. And not even a highly-functioning thing. But it was intrinsically mine, with its weird crayon smell and soda stains on the upholstery from 100 trips to Austin/Waco and the Nirvana sticker I put in the back window
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