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trolling bait wriggling under the moonlight in the backseat of a sixty-five dodge dart on the banks of the Rouge in Pontiac Mich on a cold night on a lonesome dirt road with sacks of sand in the trunk in case we got stuck a long time ago hope you think a time or two about that like I do , Sue.
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Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 10:47 PM UTC
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trolling bait wriggling under the moonlight in the backseat of a sixty-five dodge dart on the banks of the Rouge in Pontiac Mich on a cold night on a lonesome dirt road with sacks of sand in the trunk in case we got stuck a long time ago hope you think a time or two about that like I do , Sue.
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Sep 21, 2016 at 10:47 PM UTC
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