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It's just an old beat up truck. Nothing more. It's nothing but it means so much. There's too many memories. I watch in silence as she tries to switch gears with a frustrated attitude. She yanks the gear shift back trying to shift into second. I set my hand on her arm Hey, She looks up and stops. Clutch in and ease into second. She takes a deep breath and starts back in first. She shifts into second easily now. I smile and stay in silence. She cruises down through the field and I set my hand on her arm again. She looks up as the truck slows. I tell her it'll all be okay and that she's doing great. Which is true. I tell her I love her. Because this is just another memory to add with this old beat truck. The same one I've been told that I should trade in. But it means so much more than getting a new truck.
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Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
Old Beat Up Truck
It's just an old beat up truck. Nothing more. It's nothing but it means so much. There's too many memories. I watch in silence as she tries to switch gears with a frustrated attitude. She yanks the gear shift back trying to shift into second. I set my hand on her arm Hey, She looks up and stops. Clutch in and ease into second. She takes a deep breath and starts back in first. She shifts into second easily now. I smile and stay in silence. She cruises down through the field and I set my hand on her arm again. She looks up as the truck slows. I tell her it'll all be okay and that she's doing great. Which is true. I tell her I love her. Because this is just another memory to add with this old beat truck. The same one I've been told that I should trade in. But it means so much more than getting a new truck.
maytin-paige
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Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
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