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Bourbon On The Rocks #97

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I slammed on the brakes as Cal's beautiful blue car tried to mate with the side of the delivery truck. There was a cacophony of squealing tires, breaking glass and crumpling metal. I jumped out of the car about the same time as the delivery truck driver. I figured Cal was out cold.

"What the...?" the truck driver yelled. "My truck!"

Milton got out of the car and came up beside me as I looked through the driver's side window at Cal's head lying against the steering wheel. I checked his pulse. He was still breathing and wasn't bleeding anywhere...

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    Steve McBrevity over 4 years ago

    Oh no! Rather hoped he’d be scrambled eggs not over easy.

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    Neville Hunt over 4 years ago

    Well Steve, if he’d been scrambled eggs, it would’ve been all over, easy.

    Exciting Christopher!

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