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Oh, and my thoughts exactly. I wanted the boys to have something to tinker on. I could tell then stories of when I used to take drives with my Dad's. Up to Sedona. To get donuts on Sunday mornings. Begging him to drive me to school in it. When I told my dad that I think it made him smile too. To think his grandsons would hear those stories too. All of my other sisters have boys and girls. I am the only one with all boys. And again, I am the only one out of all my sisters who has never had financial issues and has a good job to make enough income to take care of that car. Again, who knows. I have presented all my arguments. I don't know what else to do other than stealing the car.
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