I didn't know how far it was. Thirty yards, 50 yards. We just go out and do it.
I'm moving because I can afford a house there.
It looks as though a slow earthquake began to split it years ago. I have to grip the steering wheel of my Ranger very tightly as I dare to stay about 10 miles an hour slower than my faster sedan and coupe rivals, praying for deliverance at the county line.
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