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The CHiP Inspection

‘Yessir.’  I caught Helen’s eye and she smiled slightly.  She could tell I was squirming on the inside. ‘Fine looking animal.   What year?’ ’92, sir.’ ‘Mind if I take a peek?’  Marty and Monty were still bickering over candy selection, oblivious to the cop.  I figure it was better if they had no opportunity to […]