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They Don't Make Crosses Like They Used To

Dragging a large wooden cross, the man traveled south along the ocean highway. The rough surface of the road eroded the wood of the upright. By the time he had traveled another twenty to thirty miles the cross was short. As he sat at the edge of the road pondering the problem, I suggested wheels. He attached a skate and was last seen merrily rolling along.

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