utorak, 11.01.2011.
Finding Lost Children
A couple of days ago I had to go to a dealership to get my car fixed. I am not implying that I don't want my car to have children, because who am I to make that choice? More so, I was sent a letter about a recall on one of the parts (the hazards, actually), meaning that the dealership was obligated to fix my car while I watched television and drank free coffee from a vending machine…"This is quite a deal," you may be thinking.And I suppose it is. My philosophy was that for every ten minutes I.
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