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Not that we all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. Luckily, the noise in the car was so awful – between the wind and the radio and the tape machine – that the kid in the back seat couldn't hear a word we were saying. Will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car?

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