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Morris Graves used to have an old
Ford in Seattle. He
had removed all the seats and
put in a table and chairs
so that the car was like a small
furnished room with books,
a vase with flowers and so
forth. One day
he drove up to a luncheonette,
parked,
opened the door on the street side,
unrolled a red carpet
across the sidewalk.
Then he walked on the
carpet, went in and
ordered a hamburger.
Meanwhile a crowd gathered,
expecting something strange
to happen.
However, all Graves did
was eat the hamburger,
pay his bill, get
back in the car, roll up the
carpet, and drive off.
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