this town is dead at night. when wandering around with a companion in the dark hours, one would think the citizens had been wiped out from a virus, or were still hiding in their bombshelters awaiting a sign that it was okay to emerge again. we strolled right down the middle of the highway where no trucks rumbled behind us to move us aside. the only soul we encountered was the dark woman working graveyard behind the counter of the local donut shoppe. the fritters were stale and she looked cross with us upon realizing that she would have to get out of her seat. she could quite easily have been a zombie.
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I think I'll be out your way around the 15th or so. Betty says she's doing some kinda crazy show I should go see, and I wanna meet you too. Interested?