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Our neighborhood is better than it used to be; two doors down used to be crappy parents with teenage kids who loved to pull a fish tail in my cul de sac as they left their house. One day they did so as my kids were out and I waited until I saw this kid's car parked outside their house then walked down and knocked on the door. The kid answered it and I told him that he needed to know if he ever hit one of my kids that their would be no force on earth that would keep me from dragging him out of the car and chocking to death. Then I asked him if he understood me, he gave me a smartass "yeah" and closed the door. I meant every word of it. Every once in a while at night I'd still hear the squeeling tires, but not when my kids were out.
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