So the insurance people call. "Who do you want us to send the car to?" We work all that out. I call the place, oh I don't think we can pick it up. It's to far away. So, now they have to get special permission to go and get it. So I now have to wait to find out. BAH. And on top of it all no one has looked at the car, so it might not have been worth bringing it all the way home. I just want it back so badly. The guy I talked to said it sounds like it should be repairable. Thank God. I just want it back, I love my car. I know I make it sounds so important. But to me it is. It was my first real step into adulthood. I don't want to let it go just yet.
~Hoping and Praying~
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