Now I can drive to see Duane.... no more smelly/ghetto busses for me. And drive to the grocery store since Jamie is afraid of the Southside. And, well, I'm just gonna consider this a moral victory since I've been trying since the days of the "Kailey wants a car but isn't allowed to have one" college fund.
1997 Grand Am... kind of old but in excellent condition, hurrah!


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