“But good ol'Uncle James, he had a heart. He talked her into it. It was Uncle James who told me about the night I was born. Driving Dorothy to the hospital, his raggedy old car didn't have any brakes. He had to ride around and around in circles until the car slowed down. Hey, that could be the story of my life--no brakes.”
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