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hes the son of my best friends since grade school. his dads first car was a mustang as well. the kid worked his tail off to earn that car and swore since he was 8 years old (or so) that he would buy it from me when he came of age, so I just "had to" sell it to him (in his mind anyway).
its alright. now he gets to learn how to rebuild suspensions and will surely be more careful. or one would at least hope so
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