Missing My Car

I liked my car. It was nothing special, but I liked it. I miss it. I do hope it comes back, no matter what shape it’s in. Also, it’s been a long day, and I’m tired and emotional.

Are you my car?.

There are a lot of green saturns around here. Every time I see one that’s what I think. It reminds me of one of my first books (see link). And now I’m going to bed, because moping isn’t helping anyone.

goodnight world. goodnight Lucky, wherever you are.

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