Introduction

Pushkin: I'm not really a car person. My regular ride is a slightly scruffy two thousand eleven ison centra dul erbe ah som. He's always kind of hated my centra, especially since his nison does have a few body work issues. So ryan started texting to make his case. Get a mustang. Get amustang. One text contained a single word, all caps with an exclamation point, mustang. The science suggests that giving in and buying a newer, more expensive vehicle would have a surprising effect on my well being. It might hurt my happiness rather than help it. But what if our minds are wrong? What if...