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I fucked up and guess who I blamed it on the windows, music, and the stearing wheel. I put a dent in my car. I was going out to eat with my aunt. I was backing out of the drive way I scratched my aunt's rent-a-car and I put a dent infront of my right tail light (looking from the back). So that sucked and my dad blew up but I zoned out casue I didn't want to deal with it cause I felt bad enough. I am going offer to pay for some of it with all the birthday money I get. Well I am ok now but I don't want to deal with my dad anytime soon maybe next week. Well I am done bitching.