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After a lifetime of trying to deny it I am finally willing to concede that there are forces beyond human control at work in each of our lives.
By William GaitherSeptember 1976My thumb was out and Interstate 86 out of Providence, Rhode Island was getting hot. Me and my St. Bernard, Roger, were thumbing across America. It had been a messy morning.
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