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my red convertible Porsche


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This is my red convertible Porsche, I bought it 3 years ago, when i was 26. At that time I was in the middle of a 2 year investigation to get my degree, so when it was almost ready I decide to take a break, go to buy a middle age crisis red convertible car and take a ride… for like 6 years or so, I truly hope it doesn’t take longer.

At the time i’m pretty happy with my new car, even though sometimes I just want to crush it against a wall and get a new one… a newer, brighter, shinier, funnier, easier one. Those times make me think that I shouldn’t have bought a red convertible Porsche, I should have been stick to plan A, and take a trip not just a ride, a one ticket trip to Europe. And then, a few years later comeback and continue not finishing what I was doing in first place.



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  1. Elisa BadalJune 14, 2019 at 6:37 AM

    That sounds good, but i'm pretty sure you don't have a Porsche

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