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Eight feet of metallic silver steel. From the moment I saw her, I knew she was Neveah. I opened the door, and to this day nothing has ever been sweeter to my nostrils than the smell of her new leather interior. Turning the key in her ignition for the first time, her purring filled my ears with joy. Finally after seventeen years, I had a space that was completely mine, with full mobility too. After …

…time. She’ll never disappoint me without good reason. Just a little silver car some seventeen-year-old got for his birthday. Airbag, anti-lock brakes, CD player, Power steering, the list goes on and on. One of the army of Infiniti’s rolling down our streets. But, Neveah is more than just the sum of her parts. There is one thing that sets her apart from the millions of other cars travelling the streets: she is mine.