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it was any afternoon when we could steal a little time and walk by the side of the road looking for some kind of useful junk that someone had thrown away. or whatever passed for useful. sometimes, you just take whatever you can get. empty soda bottles aren't nothing. you'd be surprised the number of times an empty soda bottle saved somebody's life.
we were beach combers on the highway. a little less romantic, but it's a living just the same.
someone found an old bible. crazy. like it had been tossed out the window of a car by somebody who finally decided, 'You know what? To hell with this.'
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