Poor BMW, though you were rear-ended and are no longer with us, you are still in our hearts. Though the insurance company has decided to total you rather than fix you and deliver you into our garage, we will always remember you as a first among cars: fast, comfortable, safe.
And as we send you to Auto Heaven, that great big junk-yard in the sky, do not fear that you will ever be forgotten. Though we must replace you, there will never be a car to match you. Rest in peace, BMW, rest in peace.
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The Artist in me sees, the Poet in me hears, but the rest of me just smiles, nods, and tries to keep up
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