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Whenever I get in a car I make sure the doors are locked I do this because I like to lean against the window with my whole body It's terrifying to think that the door could just fly open and I could fall out Sometimes I make sure everyone's doors are locked It's sort of a pet peeve of mine Or maybe it's more of an anxiety I climbed into the back seat of my dad's big red truck last night I leaned against the door like I always do But I didn't lock the door, Actually I made sure it was unlocked You could say I was waiting for something bad to happen The truth is I wasn't waiting, I was wishing
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Aug 16, 2012
Aug 16, 2012 at 11:44 AM UTC
Doors Unlocked
Whenever I get in a car I make sure the doors are locked I do this because I like to lean against the window with my whole body It's terrifying to think that the door could just fly open and I could fall out Sometimes I make sure everyone's doors are locked It's sort of a pet peeve of mine Or maybe it's more of an anxiety I climbed into the back seat of my dad's big red truck last night I leaned against the door like I always do But I didn't lock the door, Actually I made sure it was unlocked You could say I was waiting for something bad to happen The truth is I wasn't waiting, I was wishing
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Aug 16, 2012
Aug 16, 2012 at 11:44 AM UTC
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