Ethel's a goner. I just have to figure out what to do with her. I could sell her. Problem is, she's not running. I think I may have to contact a junk yard.
Why is this so heart-wrenching? How did I come to love that hunk of metal so much, despite the breakdowns, the strandings and everything else?
It's my fault. I acted like one of those idiots I
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