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?Mom? Jeff hesitantly asked.
?Jeff where the hell are you? She replied.
?I?m downtown tonight. My car was impounded and I think my life is over as I know it.? He managed to get out before his sobs filled the phone line.
?I?m coming down there to get you. Oh, so you know, your ass is grass.? She yelled before she slammed the phone like a hammer on the head of a nail.
Earlier that year on his seventeenth birthday Jeff?s parents bought him a brand new Honda Civic. He didn?t waste any time putting most of the money he saved into his new pride and joy. He spent nearly four thousand dollars accessorizing his vehicle. He began by putting new wheels, lowering the suspension and upgrading the factory engine. Before long Jeff had the nicest car among his peers around town. He soon got caught into the street-racing fad like it was an addictive drug. After he started bringing in money from winning races he figured
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