It’s probably time I finished the rewrites on this one and made it presentable.

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He noticed the rattle trap car as soon as it pulled behind him on the main drag in town.  The car was a long way back when he got to his driveway.  Mitch reached his front door and heard the ragged strains of Sweet Home Alabama blasting from a tinny car stereo, then came the noise of a creaking and rumbling junk car before he saw it rattle noisily into his driveway and clunk to a stop.  The motor choked dead but the radio blared on as the door screeched open.  Before he heard her first scream, he knew it was Linda.