I get a shiny new car. Not brand new, but new to me.
My head is still spinning, I am extremely exhausted, and I feel like I’m going to puke or pass out, maybe both. But still, there is this Subaru Impreza before me, pulsing and gleaming in the July heat the way no car has ever done before. I imagine I know what a 16-year-old boy with a new sports car must feel like. Here she is, perfect and dentless and royal blue, only very gently worn. My body fits her seats like favorite clothes. Her engine doesn’t rev, it laughs.
Rose. I shall call her Rose, The Blue Flame.
Rose and I shall venture now, off into a new life.
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