Harry hopped down from his perch on the large green rumbling garbage truck before the squealing pads clamped down on the large rotors could force the massive vehicle to a standstill.
“Look at this Donny! Can you believe someone would throw that out?”
“As a matter of fact, I can,” Donny said. “Looks like trash to me.”
“Not to me! This will go perfect over the couch. Once it’s cleaned up that is.”
“You always do this Harry. Just toss the thing. You may be a hoarder, ya know?”
“Naw. Just help me get it in the cab, will ya?”
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