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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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