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So I wake up this morning, sun is shinning, and all is good. I decide to sit down and read the morning paper and have a bite to eat. My mom was walking over to the front window when she calls me over. I walk over and there in the street lies bits of glass, everywhere. Some little punk kid smashed my window in with a bat last night, or so I thought. I walked outside to look at the damage and my neighbor comes over to take a look as well. As we are examining the damage, he looks down in the front seat and whats laying there but a brick. Some punk kid pulled a drive-by on my car with a brick. I then proceeded to spend the next 2 hours cleaning up glass off the street, backseat and frontseat of my car. Little snot-nosed punks.
At least it was my Cavalier and not my Talon.
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The extra strength felt weak...
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