Seventy Pound Baby from Port Jervis Reclaims His Life After TV Fame

not have to sell it, Dad,” I said.

“The oil tank is low, Zach,” he said, his voice dropping even lower. “And your mother has not slept a full night since we got that letter from the city.”

He picked up a clean rag and wiped a speck of dust from the chrome handle of the motor. “I told him he could pick it up at five o’clock.”

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