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2006-06-13 - 12:40 p.m. For the last week I've been buying gas with change. Fifteen quarters, thirty-three dimes, and nine nickels later I can no longer drive my car. I can't ask my mom for anything because she bought me these nice pants I'm wearing. Something will turn up. It always does. Maybe? I hope.

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