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Posted May 9, 2013 | 7:02 AM
Clamped on the steering wheel, one hand is at noon, the other at six, and with a flick of the wrists you veer left off Old Grove onto Georgia Hill Road. A doe and three fawns spring out from the margins and leap back in. A foul odor rises inside...
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