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Been there, done that
Fallon, NV
Cough, sputter, shudder, clouds of smoke, seven miles to the gallon, spit, spit, spit, we make it into Fallon. We grab a hotel and take two showers each. I wash my hair five times. My Tevas are dead, dead, after five yearsÂ…the Playa is in them and it won't come out. Actually, it keeps oozing out, every time they get dampÂ…
A kind stranger points us to Leo's VW, where Leo and Rust discover that
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