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forward.  Pretty soon we were was rattling like


     we would come apart, and so was the car.  I


     looked at the speedometer, and we were going a

     whopping 40 miles per hour.  By the time we


     reached the end of the road, I knew my body


     would never recover.

             Buster tried to turn the car around, and


     that’s when it died for good.  It didn’t seem to


     have any power in the battery left at all.  We


     realized we were probably a good eight miles

     from any inhabited road, and there wasn’t much


     daylight left.


             “What do I do?” Buster inquired of us.

             “I’ve got a brilliant idea,” Lenny growled.


     “Let’s push it up into the middle of the road,


     and if we are lucky, someone will come along

     and steal it.”


             “That wouldn’t be lucky at all,” Buster





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