“Is it true you once walked three days in the wrong direction?” He nodded happily. “Two and a half days to be precise. Luckily, I came to a town on the third day, and I said to a feller, ‘Excuse me, young feller, where is this?’ and he said, ‘Why, it’s Damascus, Virginia, sir,’ and I thought, well, that’s mighty strange because I was in a place with the very same name just three days ago. And then I recognized the fire station.” “How on earth do you——” I decided to rephrase the question. “How does it happen, John, exactly?” “Well, if I knew that, I wouldn’t do it, I suppose,” he said with a
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