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Perchance

That we validate treasures at first they do not pronounce them selves correctly sometimes glory can be shrouded in a mist and we are vexed by their meaning stunning can have an elusive edge cars and people are simple right well try going up to San Francisco your traveling north on 101 but on south 101 there is about two miles of

supped up hot cars the colors alone would knock your eyes out but in every car a blond girl would be riding with this hunk who was even better looking better than the girls if that was possible hot dang they were all headed to the races at Laguna Seka the place James Dean was going just a year before down close to where I was in the service as a army fire fighter I was a crew chief we thought we were cool until we saw this parade pass by my goodness do they have northern city called hot dang they all came fr hoomse

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Nov 24, 2023
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