Vice Versa...

He's navy blue, fully loaded, dead sexy, and sometimes, if I listen real close, he whispers sweet nothings in my ear...

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After poor Carl got smoked on Wednesday, the fine people at Enterprise came to pick me up in preparation for the rental car I would be driving for the next week or so.

The car they gave me far surpassed anything Carl has ever been to me.

It's almost as though, for the next week or so, Carl doesn't exist.

I swear, if the car was small enough, we'd be spooning in bed together, giggling like teenagers, and probably, by now, making it to second base.

I don't want to give it back.

Don't make me.