Car box

I love my car and escaping inside of it. I love that I own it and that I can get inside of it and go away. I can emote inside of it. I can think inside of it and control its sounds and its temperature. I can car-dance inside of it to the songs Julien sends me. It’s usually nice to me and holds tissues and snacks. I could live inside of it. But hopefully, I never will.

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