Sarah, where's the car? It's gone. It's not gone. It's with Fixter. Since you never got

round to MOTing it, I took care of it. Fixed up. Fixed up. Fixed is great. They pick

up your car, drive it to the garage, handle the MOT, then drive it straight back to you.

Sounds expensive. Don't worry. They negotiate their prices with their

partner garages and the car pickup services included. So since that's all handled,

how about you take a look at that leaky tab or do you need me to fix that too?

For easy car maintenance, head to fixter.co.uk. We'll pick up your car and take care of all the

rest. Fixed up and you're back on track.

Here they're taken over a year have drawn up court cases and relatives who didn't want me

around after the death of my parents before I was finally accepted and sent to live with one of

my uncles. Uncle Stephen was someone I'd not seen for years prior. He was a big man,

strong from his farm work, with dark black eyes and a few strands of hair on his

building head that he always covered with a grey cowboy hat. His nails were dirty and his favorite

red flannel shirt stained with years old mud. But he still exuberated the same friendly joyous

personality as he hot me unloaded my luggage until his truck.

The last time I remember personally meeting him was at my 12 birthday party.

My dad didn't like him around because he was always weird. But he was fun to be around

and he still wrote me a card through the mail every birthday.

Yeah it was no surprise he was the only one of my stingy relatives to take me in.

Even so despite him being the better choice than any of the other radiates that I had to call

my family. I had a deep nervous feeling when his truck pulled into what he called his home

instead. And through the grimy dirt speck of windscreen I saw an old run down wooden farmhouse.

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