My Peppy Car Needs Healthcare

Driving a car on a spare tire is the social equivalent of having gangrene. Everyone’s been looking at me strangely, and every pebble in the road feels it’s going to kill us. Grace and elegance, we have none. Dancing around corners with the wind in my hair is but a memory. My driving sunglasses are in the glovebox, and the stereo’s turned off, because the peppy car and I are sick.

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