My Dream Car

My Dream Car

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It was just an ordinary summer evening. The sun was setting, and the warm day was cooling down. I was going back home from work. To be fair, I was really wealthy. I had a big, beautiful, wonderful house, and a garage full of cars. I was I car dealer. My dad kind of handed it down to me. It's the best job in the world! As I approached the house, I reached for my house keys and opened the door. That fragrance of lavender hits me as soon a I open e door. The smell/scent always relaxes me. It's been very stressful day at work. I had to sort out the budget I had of $2,000,000. I had just found a great deal on a very deep blue Bugatti. I knew I was gonna sell that beauty in no time. But I had other cars to buy as well. It was very stressful trying to sort it all out. But in the end I did it! I walk over the seating area, flick my shoes off and throw my purse on the floor and jump on the couch. It's so nice and comfy, also very warm. I almost fall asleep until I hear a load honking noise. What?... (This is going to be a DriftxOC fanfic, plz enjoy!!)
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