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C IL | Guy with a field across the road from Dad's seemed to pick his corn there every Halloween. First couple of years we TP'd the combine. After the second year, we noticed those old frugal Germans wrapping the TP back up around a corn cob. Third year, left the empty roll on the seat, to help them out. After a while, they seemed pretty old, so we'd just leave a full roll on the seat.
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