We were riding along and suddenly we started bumping on the road. And then we realized our tire was flat. We pulled into a parking lot and inspected the tire. We looked for the spare tire that was in the trunk. I liked hiding out in the trunk, and helping Grandpa part of the time.



Then we asked the lady in the big building if we could wash our hands. She said yes, so we went in the building and washed our hands. Then we came out and started driving, and all was well.
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