The car, which drove so smoothly for my parents and sister, growled beneath me. It was as if it sensed my inexperience and wanted to flaunt it. Every tap of the pedal sent the car jolting and my turns were either too sharp or too slow.
Despair: I don’t want to do this!
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I hope it's going well for youuu
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