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Dec 2014
Before you licked my windshield clean,
I kept hitting every ******* curb.
You laughed at me and said all of the cracked bumpers and shallow dents could have been prevented;
I blame it on my lack of automobile knowledge.
"It has nothing to do with cars, Amelia."
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