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“What is it boy?” Steve asked me.

I ignored him because I had just gotten a whiff of a new smell. I got down and started pawing underneath the motorhome. Steve tried to pull me back, but I was relentless. Finally, I gave in, I couldn’t do it.

Steve bent down and with his flashlight looked underneath then he looked on the underside of the motorhome. “CASEY! GET JACKIE LEE OUT OF HERE AND EVERYONE ELSE NOW! IT’S A BOMB!”

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