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Hotrodder In a Red Camaro

The guy was parked at his mailbox in a red hot rod of a Camero kind of a car Joe began steering around him The Camero almost hit us HEY! I Yelled. The Camero stopped. Driver changed the direction and hot rodded down the road. I did not think we would ever see him again. We ended up at the Dollar store where Camero was parked. Young guy at register buying a liter of Coke could not look at me. This is kind of like living in a small town, I thought.

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