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I got into a car accident last night. Yes, I am okay, and my vehicle only has a flat. My car ran off the of the road. I wasn't going too fast, 30 maybe 35. But, anyway. I was coming home from David's house, and I was coming up to the really, really sharp turned that isn't marked very well, and I tried to turn, but slid off of the road several feet, down a small hill. It was impossible to get out by myself. And then some hick came by and told me I'd have to call a tow truck. Then some cop came, called a tow truck and said some mean things about my boyfriend. So I called David and he came with his dad, and we stayed in their van until the truck came and took my car out of the fiery hole of death. Oh, did I mention I locked myself out of my car? Because I did. And I tried really hard to get back in, and you could tell by my clothes because they were super muddy. Also, it was raining pretty hard, if that wasn't obvious.
David thinks (not exactly his words, but this was pretty much implied) I probably cursed myself when I said "Hear that? That's the sound of death!" refering to the thunder, when I was leaving his house. But, nonetheless, it was an adventure. (I can call it that since I didn't die or hurt anyone.)
And I don't feel too stupid because apparently people wreck there a lot.
Love you all!
Amanda