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when I was little, my dad would yell in my face if I didn't put my seatbelt on. I hated him for that. Now I'm glad he did, and wished he would have reacted even harder to the absenteeism of a belt. Whenever I get in a car and don't have a seatbelt on, I feel like I am running around naked. That's a good thing.
I've been in a couple of situations where not wearing a seatbelt would have made things quite worse.
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Off the record, on the q.t., and very hush-hush.
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