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A fellow rambles through the city, his only possessions, a clock radio and a box of stuff that didn’t fit in his suitcase. They all fit in the trunk of jet black, Osceola, his 1950 Dodge Coronet. Along the way, late one evening, Osceola birthed a young female vagabond from her backseat floorboards. The fellow promised to keep her warm, safe and well fed. He delivered all with honor.