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Three A.M. on East Franklin Street and there were just these three things moving. A battered green one-ton pickup truck with a hanging muffler and two kids from New Jersey; an old guy who told them how to get to Manns Chapel Road; and the cop car that made a quick u-turn and followed them out of town.
By Joe KenlanSeptember 1974Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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