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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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