“Do you want to go for a ride?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” I breathed. That BMW convertible was all I cared about now. Because even if a kidnapper had appeared on my doorstep and asked me to get into such a gorgeous car, I fully would have.
My love for beautiful cars even shows through my writing. Not to mention the mini-freakout I had today regarding a Volvo parked in the carpark outside my house.
Some day...
Hyperventilating over automobiles (a.k.a inanimate objects),
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