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  • Goodbye, Horace,
    Mr. Horace Slughorn,
    The Chevy Cruze
    That served me well.
    Goodbye, Horace,
    Who was my very first,
    And witnessed all my firsts,
    You've served me well.
    You were a good car,
    Though people said you weren't,
    You were the best to me.
    You shuttled me safely
    At top notch speeds
    Through all my young angsty
    Road rage.
    You idled in heat waves
    On hormonal summer nights
    Through all of my top notch
    Make out sessions.
    In your thin, black rugs
    You held the soft sand of the beach,
    And the coarse salt of the winter.
    You held crisp fall leaves,
    And the delicate, wilting petals.
    I've backed you into
    Walls.
    Dented and dinged and punctured
    You.
    I abused you in the way that
    Every 16 and a half year old
    Knows how.
    I'm sorry
    For all of the stains
    And fast food wrappers
    Left uncleaned.
    But you're clean now,
    Barren of life,
    As leased cars always become,
    And I'll never forget that
    You were my first.
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