The Pitstop
By Max Swan. [google-translator] I was driving alone down the highway back home, with still 200 miles to go. How did I find myself in this situation, you may ask? I wish I could say it was a holiday or something exciting. Still, an uncle who had lived interstate had passed away, and I had inherited his rather nice car. It was a recent model SUV (Land Rover), my uncle had bought only months before his heart attack
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