

A crufty badge on an old Malibu Classic mouldering in a field. Odd memories around this car. One of my mom's boyfriends had one, and I'm pretty sure I am the reason the relationship broke up. I was a handful a a tween, one that he rightfully didn't want any part of.
It was that part of my life where I was too broken to know that I was broken, eh?
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