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«
We
’
ll
try
,
Ma
.
»
«
I
don
’
wanna
worry
ya
now
.
»
«
We
’
ll
try
,
Ma
.
»
«
I
jus
’
get
panicky
sometimes
,
"
she
said
.
«
I
jus
’
lose
my
spunk
.
»
«
I
never
seen
you
when
you
lost
it
.
»
«
Nights
I
do
,
sometimes
.
»
There
came
a
harsh
hissing
from
the
front
of
the
truck
.
Tom
grabbed
the
wheel
tight
and
he
thrust
the
brake
down
to
the
floor
.
The
truck
bumped
to
a
stop
.
Tom
sighed
.
«
Well
,
there
she
is
.
»
He
leaned
back
in
the
seat
.
Al
leaped
out
and
ran
to
the
right
front
tire
.
«
Great
big
nail
,
"
he
called
.
«
We
got
any
tire
patch
?
»
«
No
,
"
said
Al
.
«
Used
it
all
up
.
Got
patch
,
but
no
glue
stuff
.
»
Tom
turned
and
smiled
sadly
at
Ma
.
«
You
shouldn
’
a
tol
’
about
that
dollar
,
"
he
said
.
«
We
’
d
a
fixed
her
some
way
.
»
He
got
out
of
the
car
and
went
to
the
flat
tire
.
Al
pointed
to
a
big
nail
protruding
from
the
flat
casing
.
«
There
she
is
!
»
«
If
they
’
s
one
nail
in
the
county
,
we
run
over
it
.
»
