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Wow.
My case is quite weird, here in France we don't even know IF the car will ever cross the ocean, so for my wife, it's just a hobby, a beautiful dream I'm in that will shortly be replaced by a new one (I'm an obsessive kind of guy).
So she moans when she sees me looking at pictures or when I can't make up my mind about the color (What do you prefer, honey ? Black ? Silver ? Red, she says - If you buy a fancy car, better buy it red, so you're sure EVERYBODY notices it, you moron, she would say, joking).
I am really talking about this car twice a day, so she's getting used to the idea, but doesn't want to believe in it.
Really, I think that she doesn't want to believe in it but will go crazy the day I actually get mine.
Because I am getting it.
I mean, this is the essence of CAR.
All the others are just drafts.
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