We sold our car, Sir Lancealittle the Secretive Elephant. He has served us well, but we outgrew him. We just couldn't put three car seats in the back row of Lance. Yesterday, when our friends came to purchase him from us, Peaceful Hero started crying when I handed over the keys and they drove away in our old car. "Why they take Lance. Lance not live with them. Lance live with us. I miss Lance." Then I pointed out that he has not ridden in Lance since we got Vic (Victory the Adventurous Nine-banded armadillo). He was satisfied, "Oh yes. They not take Bic. I love Bic. Bic live with us. Bic my car."
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