A tall man in a smart dark blue designer suit stepped out of a sleek modern Mercedes Benz. The car was dark blue matching perfectly with his three piece suit and its UAJ plate number told us that it was new, brand new. The man stepped carefully on the road, his shiny black Prada shoes reflecting the light of the midday sun.
It was the perfect picture, almost too perfect, like on of those commercials that end up having nothing to do with the car, the suit, the shoes or the man. But there was something terribly wrong with this perfect picture. Why had the man stopped on the roundabout? Why was he coming out of his car in such an awkward place?
Could it be possible that he had run out of fuel? A Mercedes Benz with no fuel! Now there is an oxymoron!
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What a beautiful blog. I have enjoyed this. Blessings. Cinda
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