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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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