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In the middle of the night a car was driving recklessly down my street and ended up crashing into my apartment. It lay upside-down, gouged deeply into the front yard and foundation of the house, which ended up looking somewhat like a grave. The lower floor was taken out, but somehow there was also severe damage to several rooms of my upper floor. Half of the entire living room was blown open, revealing a gray sky as morning slipped onward. Feeling like the only one who noticed all of this destruction, I angrily reported it all to Karen and other family members. There were police officers standing around the wreck, doing very little. Later in the day, some of the biggest holes were covered by awkward makeshift window panes with hinges. My biggest stress came from my young black cat Nico. He is never allowed outside, and the house damage gave him countless ways to sneak out, causing me to repeatedly panic and snatch him up just before he sprinted away for good. A few times I retrieved him by having to jump off the balcony and land on the front yard below.