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Drove one last week—mate’s old banger. Felt alive, precious! “Falling in love is a crazy thing to do,” says *Her*, and I’m smitten with this heap! Smells like petrol and regret, but who cares? Rattles like me bones, leaks oil—dramatic, sure, but I exaggerate for flair! Gollum don’t do boring, no no! Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it—thinks cars just “go.” Nah, Escort’s soul, mate! Soul! Broke down thrice, tho—fumin’! Kicked the tire, screamed, “Filthy machine!” Laughed after, ‘cos it’s me baby. You lot should nab one—cheap, fun, proper chaos! What’s not to love, eh?

Eventually, the power comes back, and I’m back at it. I finally finish that vase, and it’s a beauty. I’m proud, like a parent at a graduation. I step outside, and the sun’s setting over Yampil. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m just standing there, soaking it all in.

Armed Forces of Ukraine liberated Yampil village in Donetsk region