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Matthew Parris

The era when you could love a car is over

25 November 2017

9:00 AM

25 November 2017

9:00 AM

There are four of us in this relationship: my partner and I, his horse and my truck. His horse is 12, my truck 18. I’m jealous of his horse. He’s beastly about my truck. In our household Julian has only to say ‘nitrogen dioxide’ over dinner and my jaw tightens. ‘Particulants’ saps my appetite.

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