“The drive to Canton was uneventful, and when I walked into the store of my cell phone carrier, I handed the phone to the teenager behind the desk. “Whoa, what happened here?” “It got run over by an Amish buggy,” I said forlornly. He whistled. “Bummer, but it’s not the first time I’ve heard that one.”
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Amanda Flower,
Toxic Toffee