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The Speical Car


Once upon a time there was a girl who struggled her whole life with anxiety.

Obviously, when she was younger she thought it was normal to have twitches and insane sweat marks whenever she felt on the spot.

However, once she got older she knew it was an obstacle that she had to get by speically if she wanted to win her one true love.

Love in this girl's life had a mark.

She grew up seeing her parents love her and love each other more than anything in the world.

This is why this girls misson was to get a guy who loved her and treated her speical.

Someone who would come across and look beyond her serious condition of anxiety.

Someone who woud not flare away as soon as she starts to become nervous and unsual.

All of this however, was impossible.

The girl has turned to the age where all her friends and age group had cars and would meet up.

She was not allow to meet up many of the time due to her not being able to drive with serious anxiety.

But then, she met this guy, this speical guy with this speical car.

The guy was cute obviously, but this car, this car would drive on its own and be one with the person behind the wheel.

You would think this girl would be interested in the guy and with falling in love with him, however, she felt much more love towards the car.

She needed the car, and grew an obsession towards it.

She knew this was her way towards freedom, towards getting the feeling everyone else gets for the first time of being able to drive.

So, this girl turned out to get a little crazy, to get a little too dangerous.

She wanted the car, and to get the car she needed that boy.

This whole love story and happy endings is not the typical kind you get.

Her love was fake, her happy ending ended with her being able to drive the car.

And, well for the boy, he figured he should stick around, but he wasn't happy.

All the needs for material is not worth it, if there isnt true love involved.

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