It happened so quickly. Tom from a salvage company called and left a message for me. I returned his phone call and two minutes later we agreed that I would leave the keys in Inga and he would tow her away in the morning. Tonight, I’ll be stripping her of anything and everything that could possibly remind her of me, all the while pretending that the new car isn’t 25 feet away, silently (you know, the new car quiet engine thing) gloating.
Anyone wishing to say goodbye to Inga should do it tonight or very early tomorrow morning. Weep, drink, and be gloomy, folks, for tomorrow, we say goodbye to a friend.
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