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Meeting Trace

"Head gasket is shot," Trace Peterson said.
"Oh no!" I replied. "What's that gonna cost?"
"Just kiddin' ya, bud," Trace Peterson said,
"Ten bucks to replace two bolts that you lost."

"That's it?" I exclaimed. "That's it." And she sighed,
"Just don't," and she paused. "Just don't, y'know, don't.
No poem about this, 'kay?" she replied.
"Oh no!" I agreed, "Sure, promise I won't!"

Marcus Bales

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