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One day I saw this beautiful lady and I was hoping, begging she'd come stop by my Petrol Station. It was the best in town. It had the cleanest oil and the cheapest prices. My Petrol Station attracted the most customers and when it came to this lady, I wouldn't even be mad if she was my only customer. She drove past and looked inside and I made sure that my baby looked appealing to her. But she continued driving, and she never smiled. I wondered what I did wrong? We hadn't reached our peak hour? Or she knows too much about my station. Days passed, weeks even. And nearly a month of this lady passing my station every morning, she finally came on a cold Monday morning. She entered through the back door, was astounded by her presence. She greeted me with a warm smile and said: "Excuse me gentle brother but my gas is low. I heard you were the best in town and that's what I'd like to know. See I don't mean to be rude but I have no money so if you're able to do me this one favour you'd be my favourite honey." If I said her voice was angelic, you wouldn't look at me the same degrading such a mesmerizing voice. I went blank as each word was a different melody in my brain telling me I can't lose this opportunity I have on this fine day. I looked at her and said: "Well my beautiful sister you are in luck. I'll fill up your tank and you won't even pay a buck. Don't repay my generosity, take this gift for free, and when you are speeding on those highways you will see. That my Petrol Station is the best in town, and you will never forget where to go when your gas is down." She smiled whilst opening up her tank. This car was a beauty, V12 engine, 1200 horses. I'm pretty sure when she was riding my streets at top speed her hooter wouldn't stop making a noise. She had a yellow, almost golden-brown body and with my magical petrol, she had a snow white interior. I got my petrol ready and when it finally started filling up, I gave her 200 pumps worth and she was ready to tackle the whole entire week. She took off faster than a Lamborghini and I watched her speed past a red light. I told myself I'm the best in the world at what I do and you wouldn't believe who paid me a visit on Tuesday morning. Yes it was the lady with no money and she asked "Can I be your first customer every morning? You keep my car clean and no one has your kind of petrol." My business closed down and was only open to yellow, almost golden-brown Lamborghini's with a snow white interior. 2014/04/02
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