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Engineers Swore Nothing Could Move The Sunken Rig Until An Old Man Started His Nineteen Forty Nine Wrecker

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and rescues.

“I suppose,” Hank said slowly, “somebody ought to keep her running.”

Matthew went still.

Bryce looked at him and smiled.

Hank took a drink of root beer. “Don’t get excited. You still grind gears like a teenager.”

Matthew grinned anyway.

At the Miller County Fall Fair two months later, Hank entered Ruthie in the antique truck parade. He claimed continue reading …

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