Sometimes, I miss my old Volvo, Sylvia. She served me well; through snowy and soupy days, back and forth on long stretches of highway, carrying children and groceries, she ran and ran. Sylvia didn't have all of the bells and whistles of my new car (a Subaru I've named Fat Bessie); no radio or air conditioning or working odometer, but I rubbed her dash, and she worked hard for me. I will miss you, Sylvia, and love you always.
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