My husband and I have a new baby. Not really. What we have is a new truck, or rather a gently used truck. But it may as well be a new baby the way we treat it. And by “we” I mean “he.”
We see automobiles very differently. I admit that I’ve named mine. And that I talk to it and pat its dashboard when it’s done a good job. But when I’m not in it, I hardly give it a thought. As much as I like it, my car is just a way to get me places that are too far to walk to.
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