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Cake day: December 15th, 2023

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  • When I was in college almost 20 years ago, my first car was stolen by a pro chop shop.

    My first car was a magical feeling of freedom. I was able to go anywhere and have friends with me, it was like a home away from home. One day I parked it and a few hours later I went to leave and the car was gone. I filled a police report and insurance.

    About 3 days later the police found the car on the street with no engine, no wheels, just dumped there.

    I went to see the car at the impound lot and wow everything was missing or destroyed. The entire car was covered in oil to hide fingerprints. I was destroyed.

    There have also been times where people steal from my house, people I thought were friends. But the car really damaged me. I’m not the same person I was before the car was stolen.