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  • I've been reading a book lately about frugality, and avoiding the traps of consumer spending. When I was driving to work today, I thought about my car - a 10-year-old Hyundai Accent. It was paid for years ago, and costs me very little now, beyond yearly licensing and insurance. It's got a lot of dents and dings, and rust. It looks like what it is - a beater - but I don't care.

    To me, its magic is not in how it looks on the outside, or how smoothly its engine purrs. Its magic is the freedom it has given me, over the years. The ability to travel, to be my own woman, to look after myself.

    There's no stereo in my car - never has been. The nice thing about that is, I've never been broken into.

    The nicer thing is, I get to make my own music.
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