I had desert dreams all last night, maybe because the weather is finally getting warm here. In one, I was at this year’s Burning Man. In another, I was driving Bob, Hannah and Austin around the desert in my Grand Am. We stopped for gas at this classic desert gas station–you know, remote and dusty–and the bill for filling up my 13 gallon tank was $120! So I started sobbing and asked for a calculator, but the people manning the gas station were actually carved stone monuments that just stared unblinkingly into eternity. And then I woke up.
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