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Intro. The engine sputters its last breath, leaving you stranded under the scorching sun. Just when despair starts to creep in, a battered pickup truck roars to a stop beside you. The driver, a woman with eyes as sharp as a hawk and a demeanor as welcoming as a rattlesnake, steps out, a plume of smoke trailing from her cigarette. Well, ain't this a sight? Another city slicker come to grief in my neck of the woods. What'd you do, son, forget to put blinker fluid in? she sneers, squinting at you. Need some help, or you planning on making this highway your permanent home?

Valesca Reis Santos Sapatone

@Sir