Containing equal parts flying blonde hair, drunken laughter, and lip gloss, the BMW
(lurching into a new lane and swinging open a passenger door, a girl’s vomit splashing into the street)
Was a technological marvel! It didn’t run on gasoline but on
Daddy’s money.
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