One evening in 2008, a group of joyriders stole our van, named The Colombian...The front of the van was crushed in on both sides and the driver's door was ripped clean off.
This van meant so much to us...At night, parked on beaches watching striking sunsets, we would make plans for our future.
We had been in a long-distance relationship for a year; soon we'd say goodbye again and I'd go back to my home country, Colombia (hence the van's nickname).
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