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I was arguing with my mother and knocking her around like she was one of those stand-up toys that can be punched but stands up again. She was drunk and I was in a rage. I had no access to my car to get away from her--someone I knew as my cousin drove it away. Her name was Polly Bremman or Polly Brennam. I decided later that I would call the police and report the car stolen.