My car is spitting and sputtering, barely puding along. The engine light is on and it's too tired, just trying to reach that last destination. But I don't get angry, I almost say aloud "I know the feeling".
You do speak out loud "I don't have the gas, to get there and back".
And I say in my head "oh, as if I didn't guess that".
And I say in my head "oh, as if I didn't guess that".
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