Fits just fine . . . but still looks remarkable when I drive up and see it. (that's West Tennessee all over the back of it, and I don't know what dive-bombed the siding)
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1 comment:
I like it! Can't wait to see it Thanksgiving week. Maybe I can have a ride, huh, huh, huh? Please, pretty pleeeeeeeeeeeeese!
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