Sophia runs her fingers over the shiny candle apple red side panel of a 1966 Shelby GT350 Mustang. She admired the car from afar before daring herself to come for a closer look. She has been dreaming about driving a car like that, owning a car like that.
The keys were in the ignition, beckoning her to take him for a spin. Yes, him. She always thought that a car like that is never anything but masculine. All her cars have always had guy’s names. And this one’s no exception. A muscle car. A powerful machine and he’s here all accommodating. It felt like the car was even flirting with her, seemingly saying, “I’ve been dreaming about you, too. You and I belong together.”
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