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1968 Ford Falcon that was my first car. It was my grandfather's. My brother and I had to "share" it. (every other day) Funny how my day was always the "odd" day (according to the license plate that ended in an odd number) and I would spend hours on the long gas lines. My bother of course planned it that way. I was just so glad to have a car, it did not matter.
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