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what was this

 driving aunt Karol to her apartment, after Christmas Eve,

i don't know, I guess she didn't have a car.

dude ramming into my moms car, me freaking out, in the back seat.

stop light, and aunt Karol gets out, and goes back to the guy,

maybe to make peace, idk.  she stopped it.

I think that was the year that I opened all my gifts myself,

early before anyone, praising and thanking Santa.

my mom was hungover, and my brother wasn't in the mood.

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  1. you didn't want to leave your aunt Karol, thought that guy would come back for her.

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