Dad, Gabe and i went for a spin to get something done. The first time i noticed that something was a liittle bit crazy was when Dad got a massive grin on his face and blurted out. "Gabe, your little car is SO cute!"
We got to the place, and Dad went suspiciously off with the little white car to get some petrol. We were finished in 5 minutes. Then, we waited, and waited, and waited.
We continued staring at white cars rolling down the streets... basically into all cars. Its either the heat or the fashion for the streets to be a swarming mass of white. We saw many things that day that we didn't want to see. Many people were seeing us more then twice.
Theories began to form, idly at first, then growing with length along with the time. My first one was that he'd gone a long, long way for cheaper petrol. Thats about the only likely one. I went next to that he'd broken down/had a horrible accident. Then the horrible truth struck.
He'd stolen Gabes car and eloped.
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Ur joking right?!
No. But he saw the error of his ways and came to get us half an hour later.
whats the picture got to do with it
...That's just too freaky!
Nothing at all
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