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The Toasties

Things down past Flagstaff got nasty, no doubt, more heat coming in than was getting back out. It was maybe the 20th year of the drought; valley fever came in, pretty much won that bout. Gas prices went north, cooling systems went south; things go tits up, you get down in the mouth. Finally, unable to take any more they pointed it north, ended up at our door. We're already full; not a thing we could do; fed them a meal, took a woman or two, told lies about work up in Kalamazoo.
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