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Again on the throne of repose and the next story popped up. A talking mouse...
The wreck is absolutely the truth...I know...I still have the scars. We only rolled once...mashed the roof of the wagon flat...even with the hood and tailgate. We were upside down forever...and the farmer did say that. Oh...the Dodge was stolen off the showroom floor...dealers son. He had to repair it and take the hit in the pocket for the difference between new and salvage. College fund.
read it...was remembering the TEE in the road and the farmer came to mind.
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