A Christmas Story
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Damn it. Blow out!
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Not again.
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Four minutes!
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Time me.
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Actually, my old man loved it.
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He always saw himself in the pits
at the Indianapolis Speedway...

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in the 500.
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My old man's spare tires
were actually only tires...

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in the academic sense.
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They were round.
They had once been made of rubber.

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Ralphie, why don't you
go help your father?

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- Really? Can I?
- Yes.

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- Watch the traffic, there.
- Okay.

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It was the first time that
it had been suggested that...

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I go help my father with anything.
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- What are you doing here?
- Mom says I should help.

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Okay, sit down here. Squat down.
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Yeah, that's it.
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Here. Hold this.
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No, not that way.
Come on, rat trap, hold it like this.

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- How?
- Like this.

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I want to put the nuts in it. There we are.
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There's four of them. And we got it!
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There it is.
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That son of a gun.
I'm gonna get that dirty...

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There we go.
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For one brief moment
I saw all the bolts silhouetted...

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against the lights of the traffic.
And then they were gone.

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Oh, fudge!
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Only I didn't say "fudge."
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I said the word.
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The big one.
The queen mother of dirty words.

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The "f, dash, dash, dash" word.

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