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Never named one of my own but when I was a kid my dad had a burnt orange 68 dodge charger r/t. One summer the fuel pump was going out and my mom would talk to it and call her bessy whenever it started chugging along. Seemed to work until she just wouldn't start and dad HAD to replace the pump. He Sold her to a state patrol officer when I was 14 1/2. I was so mad I didn't talk to him for about a week.
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