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gas station vintageTraveling through New England a motorist stopped for gas in a tiny village.

"What type of town is this?" he asked the station attendant.

"All depends," the native drawled.

"Do you mean by them that has to live in this dad-blamed, moth-eaten, dust-covered dump, or by them that's merely enjoying its quaint and picturesque rustic charms for a short spell."

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