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A reliable bag of bolts that I drove into the ground,
followed by a better looking bag of bolts that didn't last its lifetime,
followed by another bag of bolts that nickel and dimed me to death,
then my grandmother's unatrractive, hardly driven car which was reliable and inexpensive to maintain - that was stolen,
sprinkle in some motorcycles
some new model reliable cars
and then the sporty little convertible that I had wanted all along.
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