Metal twisted as its spirit entered the junked ‘65 Mustang. Like a work of art, a body of steel and chrome emerged. Rearing, its engine bellowed a whiny of screeching tires upon a breath of exhaust.
Hooves fell amid electric charge: The god of horsepower.
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Of course a ’65 Mustang. Cherry red with perfect white leather interior…
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