i have a car.
i have a car.
my grandpa drove it over from my great grandma's house last night. it's a dark blue 1986 BMW. my friends dubbed it Meatball long ago, so that's what my car's name is. i was locked out of my house for an hour in the rain, so i camped out inside of Meatball and it felt so right. we're perfect for each other, him and me. we fit. his chair caresses my back. his seat hugs my butt. he tells me i'm pretty.
everyone is in agreement that Meatball is the perfect car for me. he's vintage, he's roomy, and he's got a badass car phone. i don't even care that the phone doesn't work.
i've already picked out my car creeper. i just need to go over to bargain box and get him, and then Meatball will be ready to go. too bad i'm not as ready as he is. i still need my license, but hey, that's no big deal!
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