<human>: car crashed a few days ago and i got depressed about getting my license in time for summer, but i still got to drive my car. turned right at street light, looked behind me, saw much of outside, reached roof, saw moonlight, heard a noise, saw airbags deployed, automatically got stopped, saw mailbox, made rock completely leveled, bottom of car, broke two minutes later, when guy whose mailbox broke came driving car, immediately stopped, saw car, explained what happened, parents called, and often came to house immediately after, explaining what happened, what happened, and what happened to parents. i had a panic attack, and parents called me, " i am so shocked and depressed, i can n't even explain what happened." the police, who were alerted by a subaru service officer, asked the officer if the guy had a valid license and if he wanted to buy a pizza, or if the man wanted to pick up a domino's pizza and help clear the driveway, which was completely blocked by the mailbox, and told the family to call a towing service, which the company told us to wait for, until the mom and dad came back, and then call the towing company, which told us it would take about 30 minutes to bring the car back to the area, where it was towed to, and i left with my car in rural illinois, the university, and a small town, where mcdonald's and subway are nearby. airbags gave me a bad scratch back, and my left hand is now in a bad shape, but i am in a good physical and mental state, and can drive again in a few months.
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