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To be Classic
I never ask for much. Never for perfection. Just enough to function. I run like a classic car, you see. Runs a little rough and not treated well by time. Paint missing here and rust formed there. Maybe fixed prettier after a share of attention and care. But never new again. Forever classic. Parts can…
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