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Rarely do I express my anger loudly. But recently, in the church parking lot I threw a little hissy fit when I couldn’t unlock my  car with the remote or the key. Problems started several months ago, when I had to replace a battery in my remote. It worked every once in awhile and I was convinced that if I was being stalked or chased, I’d have my throat slit before I could
get in my car.
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