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Hilda picked up the mail every Wednesday in the pick-up truck. She called it a ute, but the kids watched American TV an said it was a pick-up truck. Anyway, it was a long drive from the farm into town. She would always arrive hot and dusty, dying for a pick-me-up. A cool beer usually went down very nicely, but last time a drunken farmhand had tried to pick her up. She downed him with a quick left hook, and when he picked himself up off the floor, all his bravado had gone. The kids were grouchy that day, but her adventure really picked up their spirits. They also decided not to give her any cheek for a while.
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