That's The Sum Of It

D David Ignatow David Ignatow
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I don't know which to mourn. Both have died on me, my wife and my car. I feel strongly about my car, but I am also affected by my, wife. Without my car, I can't leave the house to keep myself from being alone. My wife gave me two children, both of whom, of course, no longer live with us, as was to be expected, as we in our youth left our parents behind. With my car, I could visit my children, when they are not too busy. Before she died, my wife urged me to find another woman. It's advice I'd like to take up but not without a car. Without a car. I cannot find myself another woman. That's the sum of it.

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