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“This song takes me back to when we first met,” Mike said quietly, turning up the radio on his 1995 Mustang. The car had been through almost as much as we had, except that its paint wasn’t chipping at the edges and it still ran like brand new. “I think I remember being at the country bar when this song came on. You eyed me from across the room with your “come over here and get me” stare. You had me at “giddy-up.” Edited: Mike sat quietly next to me in his car and turned up the radio. I stared out of the windshield and smirked, realizing that he had taken far better care of his 1995 Mustang than he had of their tumultuous relationship. I reached over to the radio and the soft sound of country music took me back to the bar where we had met almost 5 years ago.
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