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Unformatted text preview: Fernando Omegna Rocha Ferreira Late Night Just take care of yourself Dad It was late that Sunday night, I was coming back from my girlfriends house, we had just broken up for some stupid argument about me not caring for her, and I was pissed, irritated. It took me but a fraction of the time it usually takes to go from her place to mine, I didnt care; I wanted to be in that car as little as possible, it smelled of her perfume and that just made it all worse. I was about to turn into my street, a steep, stone covered street, barely wide enough for 2 cars to go through without any trouble. A small Peugeot turns ahead of me, forcing me to reduce my mad pace and that didnt do any good for my mood, I pump my stereo even louder, that always makes me feel good. As the Peugeot makes its way up the street, I thump my that always makes me feel good....
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