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Blowout

Our tire blew on a country road; We wobbled for a while. A service station loomed; there was A stranger with a smile. "You need some help?" he asked. "Your tire needs changing, I'm supposing. They sell them down the road, but It's two hours after closing." We'd 40 miles left to drive At night - that signaled danger - But we were lucky that we met This kind and able stranger. He jacked the car and soon enough The spare was set in place. My husband tipped him handsomely; Surprise was on his face. "I think I'll play the lottery," He said and left his truck. He hit the store, we waved goodbye And hoped he'd have our luck.

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Date: 9/19/2016 8:25:00 PM
Cute..
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