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It's been three days now. My rocket is gone. My soulmate of the past 10 years.(Ummm, except for the Soccadad, of course.) I understood her every noise, her every hum, her every curve. My car. My sweet, sweet car. Oh woe.

Ok, is that mellodramatic enough? Can you just imagine me drapped in sackcloth and ashes, sprawled over the hood of the rocket? Yeah, it took me 3 or 4 tries to sell her and in the end it was done while I was busy. Best that way. I can't let myself think of her sitting in a cold car lot wondering where I am. Wondering when I will come back for her. Gawd, am I a freak or what???

Ok, for the boom, part of it. I inherited our other car, a 300 M, which I really like. I think it will take some time for us to build a good relationship and it may never be like the one I enjoyed with the rocket, but I know we will definately grow to at least a good understanding.

I really need a life, don't I. :-)
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