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In town, I never take the keys out of the pickup. Haven’t in years. At the farm, every truck, every piece of equipment – the baler, the sprayer, the old Chevy trap wagon that only starts if you feather the gas just right – they’re all sitting there with the keys in the ignition. It’s not laziness. It’s not forgetfulness. It’s just that no one’s going to take them.
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