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It’s 1999.
Imagine you’re an insecure, failed writer in her mid twenties who has fallen hopelessly love with her boss; who is a wine importer in Japan that usually drives a green, V12 Jaguar. She’s 17 years older than you, and married.
You’re with her on a business trip in Italy. Since you can’t drive stick, she’s driving you in a blue, rental Alfa Romeo from Milan to Rome, and you’re captivated by the way she takes all of the corners o
n the mountain roads
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I have no clue what Alfa Romeo Murakami had in mind, but that scene must’ve been one of the more touching car-involving scenes I’ve read.
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How are you feeling today?
![]() 08/13/2020 at 15:14 |
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Better than yesterday I think . I was given a couple of meds, and I’m still getting good O2 saturation numbers so hopefully it won’t evolve into something scary.
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A scene from a film:
It was 1996.
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Oooooh, Alfa porn. I love it.
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That scene still haunts me...