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I would probably stand in front of a bicycle whit a Maserati logo on it, and think of my life as a complete one. There is no rational way to describe what they do to me, but I will never own one due to the fact that I couldn't live with myself if the car wasn't as perfect as the dream of it is. It's sad, but this whole retrofitted balls thing I have going on gives me the right to be a sentimental dork.
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