A few minutes later her big old boat rolls up, and we get in for the trip back across the I-5 bridge to Vancouver. It's getting dark.
As we're crossing the bridge, I see a cop car behind us, lights & sirens on. "hey the police"
"Oh, they must be going to a traffic accident, we're going home, kids"
As we're crossing the bridge, I see a cop car behind us, lights & sirens on. "hey the police"
"Oh, they must be going to a traffic accident, we're going home, kids"
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We never went to Grandma Millie's house again.