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Terror is the feeling of going back to the junk-yard to face failure again.

I need to go and try to get a part for my dilapidated vehicle. That's why I've taken at least part of the day off. Because I need this part in order to pass inspection. Last months inspection.

I've already been once and failed spectacularly to retrieve the part. I found it, but could not wrestle it away from the corpse of another 1992 toyota corolla. The whole place was/is really foreboding. There are dead cars everywhere in various conditions. Bottom line though I just don't feel like having my pride crushed again by being unable to provide a way to keep my little hooptie street legal.

Hopefully, they'll let me have the entire day off.