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no one would take this story
the one back in the garage in Austin. Did I put up the tarp? Yes. Did I? Yes. Keep the dust off. Did I? Yes. --not that it matters now-- the moral would be the duller life is the better lived Moral
of my life? They’ll say wouldcha beat that. Killed in her father’s car five miles from the house she was born in.
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To the End of Time |
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