Cloverleaf Farm

 The phone rang.
It was the garage on the other end of the line. The man spoke softly as he gave her the news of her beloved mini-van. “Sorry,” he said. “There really wasn’t much we could do to save it.”
As Taps played softly …in the distance, she knew the van would want her to move on. They had alot of fun together, but it was time to move on to her new car…

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