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Everybody knows that the personality of a car is all in the trunk. It can be happy, with a colorful spare tire. Or it could be dreary, with a sagging door and rotting contents.
One day, my sister trapped me in a trunk. I found I couldn't breathe, even though it smelled nice, like a mixture of pie and fresh grass. I learned a lot of things that day. Like make sure you clean out your trunk every now and then, and learn to pick a lock.
Trunk. What a weird word. Rhymes with junk, yet nothing alike. Trunk. Trunk trunk trunk. Some people do not realize the sheer beauty of a good old trunk. I conclude my narration, hoping that you have learned things from this.