My first day in London, I needed a car and I knew exactly what I wanted...I had saved every ounce I could to be able to find her.
One day she was there in the Times.
The cost of the fair to the country was worth the scenic drive as well as the resulting love.
I found her in June and she had an enormous bug stuck on her windshield.
She was raised in the country.
Now she helps me in a smoggy city.
She would rather be sitting, stalled, waiting for a flock of sheep...
and so it is, she understands me.
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