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The life story of a typical, everyday Lehigh Valley automobile
Bryan Edgar
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Aug 26, 2005
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The year is 1996, late autumn, if I can discern by the cold leaching into my twisted, broken steel bones. I sit here awaiting my ultimate fate, my salvation, my trip to the crusher to hopefully be reborn again. I hope for the ultimate reincarnation, for I have feel I have paid due penance, to be able to travel the cities and towns with the vigor of my youth. I can almost sense the end coming, the cold steel hook coming to lift me up and transport me away to my destiny. I can say with no guilt whatsoever, IÃÂÂÂÂÂÂ
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