Tonight I am driving up to the Waffle House to play some Scrabble with Chris, and I decide to stop by the RaceWay to get cigarrettes first. As I am pulling into the parking lot, I hear that thumping noise that I have come to associate with two a.m. on the side of the road in Nowhere, Kentucky. I get out of the car, and, indeed, my tire is flat.
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I should swing by sometime.
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