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From: Sarah Bibbey <email@example.com>
Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2012 01:00:39 -0800
Subject: Story of a Month (cont.)
Suddenly, a familiar sputtering sound burst from the engine. In the
middle of a roundabout, the tro screeched to a stop. The mate said
something to the passangers which clearly meant "Get out."
The three of us exited, and Lydia said "What now?"
"Drop taxi," I said. We went up to a taxi and I negotiated the fair
all by myself and got us a reasonable price, all with monkey poop on