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The hottest girl in my high school was as dumb as a sack of hammers. She asked me to look at her car that had been running badly and now wouldn't start. I turned the key and the motor was seized solid. On the dash was a little piece of cardboard taped over the oil light. "Oh, I put that there a week ago. The flashing red light was bugging me, especially at night."
The dipstick measured no oil.
I still think of the beautiful possibilities if I had been able to fix the car.
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My work here is nearly finished.
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