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ROLLING! ROLLING! ROLL ON!
“Ready, set!” I hollered out to my motley crew. Sherry and Sandra were on the back of the trailer and looking like something from the movie Apocalypse Now. I don’t know what is up with the dark eye shadow, but I am not going there.
Betsy has the Moped fired up, but does not really know where we are going. I mentioned something to her about the Hobbit’s house, but I am not sure it registered. Ok, engage the gears and WE ARE GONE!
We are humming along now like no tomorrow. Hello, Homeless Amoco lot lizards. Good morning, sunshine; as the Hobbit sees Betsy driving his old moped by. Merry Xmas to you would be gang bangers, watching Sherry and Sandra holding shotguns on the back deck of the trailer. Betsy has determination on her face, but occasionally smiles at
