His sad face didn't go away even when he set the metal plate down gently on the bed. "My car, dude. Whoever did this to her is gonna pay."
The matter of the apocalypse was lost for a bit longer as he rifled through the trunk more, and once again, pulled something out and held it up. This time, it was a tiny black car figure. Identical to his 'baby'.
HOW DO WE KEEP MEETING LIKE THIS
The matter of the apocalypse was lost for a bit longer as he rifled through the trunk more, and once again, pulled something out and held it up. This time, it was a tiny black car figure. Identical to his 'baby'.
"..."