What are the chances that on the same day a girl walks into my sub shop bearing a striking resemblence to my ex someone would decide to park their 1996, matador red pearl, 4 door Inegra LS right outside my window so that every time I look outside I'm reminded of how shitty it feels to have your car stolen? Why would the two most emotionally significant events of the past four months come full circle on one rainy, shitty day like today? And as if only to add insult to injury, parked in the foreground is my current whip flaunting its sheek new trash bag eye-patch. Super.
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