They sat on a rock by the roadside waiting for the mailman's auto to come along.
You can't be going to make your motor-cycle into an auto; are you?
Mr. Damon never guided a car better than he did his auto that day.
He was leanin' for'ard over the wheel, starin' at the man in the other auto.
That auto won't be done this afternoon, and nobody expects it to be.
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