I Love My Minivan (& No, I Don’t Care That it’s Uncool)

I run my hand over the contours of my main squeeze, admiring the details. A smile pulls at the corners of my mouth as I envision riding my guy all over town. This is no minor tryst; this is a love unlike any I’ve had before. My husband doesn’t understand it, and refuses to partake in my lifestyle choices. But I don’t care.

My minivan…

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