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My truck | |||
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My Chevy truck, the beast. Is it possible to love in inanimate object? Well, I have nothing but found memories of my truck. Shooting with the Bobs, hauling gravel into my backyard, camping. It's a true commercial. My favorite memory of the truck was the time Jene and I were laying in the bad, making up constellations because we didn't know the real ones.
It's secret shame: (sob)(sob)it's only a v6 | ||||
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