Who would of thunk it? Coming home from Milan, [which was a little disapoint, all they have is bracket races pretty much! what the crap? would it be so much to ask for a night of heads up races? I think not.] dropin Pat off at his house in fucken Canton, turn down Canton Center road, and a damn deer in fucken Canton jumps out and I swerve in to a
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