Yes, it looks like my husband is sobbing, or down-hearted... but he was actually cleaning out our van before we turned it over to my brother. We had to say good-bye to our faithful red van, after many years of memories and trips and laughter and paint smears and food on the floor and long drives to faraway places and accidents (well just the one) and rocks being thrown at us while driving and carpools, and on and on and on... Funny how a hunk of metal can be something we get attached to, huh?
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