11/7/07 Missing my Lucille...

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By Stilltraveler

In the hands of another. How hard, how soft I haven't any idea. Wondering what shape she'll be in when returned. Will she have been lubricated like I asked. Bubbled & bathed, cleaned inside & out, making her glow. How will she be, how will she look, how I miss her. Oh how I miss my car.

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