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Motor Stories no. 2 (Issue)
March 6, 1909
A low, heavy mutter of thunder came booming through the hot, still air, and Fred Kinnersly looked up sharply from the potatoes he was peeling for his solitary supper.
"We'll go to the hotel, and the supper's on me to-night, boys."
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