Every day, another part fails. Another piece of you falls off with a clunk. Your navigation system complains about dark alleys and dead ends. It can’t find a repair shop to put you back together. You leak oily tears as your radio replays your factory birth. Sometimes the sun warms your peeling paint, and your rusty fenders smile. Your warranty long expired, you hope for more road trips that don’t end at the auto graveyard. But you know hope is an empty gas tank with no station in sight.
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