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I went out the back, heading down the path that lead to the pole بارن, گودام where we kept our cars. Whenever I needed a momment to myself یا to get my anger out this is where I went, the one place I had, my escape. Occasionally someone would come out and either try and help me یا try to talk, but after a few منٹ of me ignoring them they usually got the hint and left me alone.
I worked on my car for what seemed like forever. I could feel grease on my face and when I looked down it had stained my clothes. I knew that if I wasnt so irritated I would have freaked but at that momment all I did was...
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