My grandmother loves her car. She owns a tiny, red Fiat Panda, manufactured in 1984, a model known for "absolutely nothing," according to my mother, who also thinks it looks like a plastic berry picker. My grandmother, however, sees none of that and keeps a folder concerning the details of its make, model, and reparations, titled 'My Beloved Rolls-Royce.' Sometimes it's all about perspective.
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