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…ated, he turns into a dark alley, weathered fences sagging on both sides, puddles, like mini-lakes. While Sandy maneuvers through, I’m stunned he doesn’t realize we’re driving straight into a place begging Jack the Ripper to slash us to bits.
Deb Palmer
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