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the wicked sound of the trees brushing past the raindrops that would have races down their unforgiven paths the smell of gasoline because my dad was cheap the radio on alternative again for all to hear the long talks about life and weather made me feel I could stay in there forever the car rides with my dad this was a fateful day however it seemed like we were driving forever when we curved out of place and took up someday else's space Halt we came to an abrupt stop colliding ends with a truck I panicked inside at the same time- the air bags released and I could barely breath! my stomach felt like churning butter my eyes only fluttered my dad asked: are you okay? I said a simple yes I didn't feel like elaborating on this tremendous experience. he wiped his brow grabbed his glasses they were broken now shattered into pieces like grands of molasses   the police arrived as I stood there stuttering this was all surreal . my dad was furious though he held it in very well on account we just bought the car and now it looks like a piece of tar he looked me square in the eyes and said "honey...I'm just glad we are alive!"
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC
unexpected car ride
the wicked sound of the trees brushing past the raindrops that would have races down their unforgiven paths the smell of gasoline because my dad was cheap the radio on alternative again for all to hear the long talks about life and weather made me feel I could stay in there forever the car rides with my dad this was a fateful day however it seemed like we were driving forever when we curved out of place and took up someday else's space Halt we came to an abrupt stop colliding ends with a truck I panicked inside at the same time- the air bags released and I could barely breath! my stomach felt like churning butter my eyes only fluttered my dad asked: are you okay? I said a simple yes I didn't feel like elaborating on this tremendous experience. he wiped his brow grabbed his glasses they were broken now shattered into pieces like grands of molasses   the police arrived as I stood there stuttering this was all surreal . my dad was furious though he held it in very well on account we just bought the car and now it looks like a piece of tar he looked me square in the eyes and said "honey...I'm just glad we are alive!"
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Mar 3, 2014
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