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Since I crashed my cart and killed the horse, I don't know how I'll get home with those... giant, Martian heat ray tripods stalking the countryside. I know... I'll just crawl to the house. And when I get there, I'll just stare furtively out the window. I just hope company doesn't stop by. The place is a real mess! --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/public-domain-playhouse/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/public-domain-playhouse/support