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Deciphering the mood of the Buick Verano

For the better part of a year, The Kid will walk by a car and randomly declare that it is either a happy car or a sad car based on it's "face."

I used to chuckle when she started talking about a car's front face being happy and the back face being sad, or vice versa, but she does have a point. The headlights and taillights of many cars look like eyes, and the bumper can kinda resemble a mouth.

Most cars are obvious to me now, after countless hours of tutoring by The Kid. But one vehicle has me stumped. The Buick Verano. Specifically, it's back face. I think it looks pensive. How about you? 

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