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... reminds me of something that happened when I was 18 years old. I stole a car, which I believed was mine. at that time I was driving an old VW and with the key you could almost get into any VW there was. well, I had a couple of drinks (forgive me, I was young). when I left the nightclub and got into the car, it felt a bit strange cause I noticed a much better sound system than I had, but I didnīt give a flying fuck and drove home. next morning my dad woke me up and asked me about the car in our driveway, he said it looks like mine, but he wanted to know why I have gotten new numberplates ... took me about a week to find the owner of the car and he was very happy to get vehicle back ...
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