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59287	Walton, Bryce	Freeway			.txt	text/plain	5235	549	93	Stan wanted to scream at the big sixteen-cylinder Special to go faster. "My wife's sick," Stan said. Stan said, "I wanted to use his phone to try to get a doctor to examine "I know," Stan said. "The car's okay," Stan said. Stan got out and shoved past the old man. Behind the man, Stan saw the kid. "I'd like to use your phone, please," Stan said. Anna may die now, Stan thought as he stood there bent over a little, "Get up," Stan yelled into the man's face. "But what's the use?" Stan said. "But being on the Freeway," Stan said, "they'll catch up with us! "Stan!" Anna said sharply. "I don't want to run away from it," Stan said. "You're not running away from anything," the old man said. Stan looked into the old man's face a long moment. Stan finally nodded and took Anna's arm and they started toward the	./cache/59287.txt	./txt/59287.txt