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I'm gutted to hear this. Sometimes these kind of situations stand in our path, tempting us to find a nice person within ourselves. Weather it was your's or not, it's only a car, certailnly replaceable.
Compassion for the poor old man will certainly let you have an even better car you deserve, but his loss is irrecoverable.
First thing I did when I found out I was about to loose my mother was hitting a lamp post when reversing. It just wasn't there before I hit it. I never felt sorry for the car. But this had put me back together as if someone had slapped me and I drove home safely.
As said, good thing no one was hurt.
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