Thankfully, the female terrorists were nowhere in sight, so we rode on over to Madison Street and dropped off a paper at the Thibodeaux's and another at Wick's garage. We now had only one more paper left to deliver--Old Lady Stanwick's. I looked with anguish down the long stretch of Route 4 ahead of me. My stomach was still grumbling, and I was not looking forward in the least to the mile and a half journey which lay ahead of us. I vocalized my desire to just drop her from the route now and save us a whole lot of trouble, but Timmy said his mom would kill him if he didn't deliver the paper, so we went on ahead.
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