I have neglected to share with you about Sven, who is a great buddy of mine. Even though he becomes dirty at an alarming rate, he is very dependable, is always there for me, and is long-suffering when he receives gifts from the birds soaring above. Even
though I don't know how to change his tires, he's content with the fact
that I can check his oil and that I don't drive him too hard.
Sven is my car (if you hadn't gathered that). This week, which happened to be Spring Break, I did many things, one of which included washing Sven. Of course, his face was dirty the very next afternoon, not 24 hours later.
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