Trusty Fiona, she has got me to places in comfort and style, and she has got me home again, without fail. She has always been up to the task, she has never let me down, never. She has been the best friend a boy could have. She has seen some dubious goings on inside her. Things that have happened in the front seat though, however, have never be as, er, what can you say, shameful as what has, actually, gone on in the back seat, enough to make the old girl blush. But, it has always been, never explain, never complain with her. She has never failed to gurgled into life when I have turned that key. She has always been up for it, no matter what time of the day, or night.
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