Lola. (Love letter to my Car)

She walks like a woman and talks like a man…

Lola, my sweet Lola.

My heart bleeds for you. As I sit here and watch from my office window, you lie in a gathering pool of your own fluids.

I wish it wasn’t so. I wish I could clot your bleeding. I tried to get you into the doctor’s today. He was too busy. We’re going first thing in the morning.

This isn’t the first brake line you’ve busted and I’m sure not the last either.

We’ll get you patched up and back on the road in no time.

Love you,

Chad.

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