Last week, I sold my BMW 328i. My red, automatic, heated seats, sunroof-having, hugged the ground, closest-thing-to-a-race-car BMW. I don’t describe the car this way to brag. I bought Halle — Yes, I named my car Halle. Why? Because she wasn’t a newer model but she looked amazing. — in 2012, nearly nine months after […]

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