So my father was THE MAN! I loved that man. He was the hardest working person I think I had ever seen. As my brothers and I grew up and got our drivers licences my father bought each of us our first cars! Yeah pop!
My middle brother who is 3 years younger then me got his licence first therefore got his car first. He got a beautiful white Firebird. That car was gorgeous. My brother LOVED that car and was never seen out of it.
My youngest brother, when it was his turn, received a Grey Chevy Bronco. He hated it and refused to drive it. Spoiled ass.
When I got my licence I got a beauty of a car. One that everyone was jealous of and hated me for. I got a....
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