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When I was twenty, my father managed to scrape up enough money to buy me an old car. It was an old clunker and only cost $500 at the time. He had been off work due to health issues and was struggling financially, but he wanted me to have a car to ease my commute to and from my college classes and my part-time job. I’m sure that he felt terrible that he couldn’t afford to send me out of town to college. I agreed to accept his generosity and repay him over the next year. Well, that was the plan. I had no idea how much it cost to own a car, especially an old clunker. If my father knew what that car cost his daughter, he would never have bought it for me. …