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Jordan came over Saturday night and I finished baking my pound cake. We watched TV for a while, then he went home. Sunday he came over and we hung out for a while at my house, then drove up to Lucky 7 to get gas, and up to Brookings to have Dairy Queen. We went to Azalea park, and I noticed his brakes were making grinding noises. I was all, "We're going to die." We then went back to town, and we stopped at Wal-Mart. We're lucky we did because on the highway we ...