My Old Black Car

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When the weather is cold, like yesterday and the day before yesterday, I get into my old black car, greet him, tap him on his wheel, and turn its heater on. It normally takes a long time for the heater to stop being a fan and to be what its name says, a heater. I freeze in my old black car and wait for him to make me warm. But usually, by the time it gets warm I have reached my destination and I have to leave him which I donโ€™t. Because I know he did his best for me and I have to appreciate that.

Continue reading the rest of my beautiful* piece about my old black car atย Twenty-Somethingย who has hosted me in her blog. She has a great blog and now with my post it’s even better :p

*I always have a hard time choosing between telling the truth and being humble ๐Ÿ˜€

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8 responses to “My Old Black Car

  1. Oh, that thing… It’s so frustrating to feel the cold air before it’s warm when you’re already cold enough… And then you have to leave when it just got nice and cosy… Damn irony! ๐Ÿ˜‰

    And the treat:
    “She has a great blog and now with my post itโ€™s even better :p
    *I always have a hard time choosing between telling the truth and being humble”

    There’s always something to make me laugh!:)

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