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As my two friend and I are driving on our way to the nearest lake a blotch of red diverts our attention. As we pass by it my two friends yell, "A hat!" We pull a quick U-turn on the busy highway narrowly being missed by oncoming traffic. We pull over onto the shoulder where the hat rests. My friend in the back seat darts out and grabs it and hops back in. "Cool, another addition to my hat collection. It even has an apple on it!", he says as he puts the dirty, broken in hat onto his head.
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