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It happened fast. She emailed. She was interested. She asked questions. I answered. She was excited. I was hesitant. She wanted to meet. I offered times. She picked today. We met. She drove. He drove. She handed me the cashier's check. I cried as I drove away. I no longer own my precious Altima. But we have one less payment. Bittersweet.

One down. One to go.
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  1. JulieJune 25, 2009 at 12:35 AM

    I'm sorry your sad. I'll cheer you up with artificial happiness tomorrow (um, frozen cappuccinos). Maybe it'll help for a few minutes.

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  2. muncherJune 25, 2009 at 12:51 AM

    Thanks for taking one for the team!

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  3. TriciaJune 25, 2009 at 7:52 AM

    I don't know whether to say congrats or sorry. I think a bit of both. But at least a hug!

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  4. BrandieJune 25, 2009 at 10:33 AM

    I always cry when we sell/trade a vehicle. It sounds like it is even harder for you. I can tell you though, the peace of mind that comes with one less payment is priceless!

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  5. CherylJune 25, 2009 at 1:20 PM

    I am so sorry, and congrats! :)

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