Human fingers in a jar and other American treasures
“You know,” I said to my husband, “on all of our road trips to New York we’ve never stopped in Ohio except to sleep.”
“There’s probably a reason for that,” he said.
“Oh, come on,” I insisted. “There has to be something going on there.”
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