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My sun and moon

He paused, staring out the window at the barren fields, his expression distant. “When Mary, who was my wife, my sun and my moon, my everything. When we first bought that car, it was the happiest time of our lives. We called it ‘our ticket to freedom,’” he added, chuckling softly. “It symbolized everything we were: young, adventurous, and full of hope. But as time went on, the car became a reflection of something else entirely.”
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