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you just drove? man i would have pushed the gas peddle though the floor like it was the flintstones..
hey here is a thought.. grab some friends and go back there .. see if she still haunts that place..
honestly maybe all she needs is someone to offer her a ride so she can well pass on.. note i dont believe its a lady that is lingering just a suggestion.
ok i gotta quit reading this stuff late at night
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