The day before yesterday I saw a thrashed car driving around Picaville. He was on the other side of the rr tracks from me. He saw me and pulled up to the rr tracks as if to cross them. "Hey," he said, "can I get out that way?" "nope" I said, "you have to go back the way you came." "uh, do you know a girl named elena?" he asked. "no." I said, and walked on. Then he drove off in the direction of more blackberries and rr tracks. This was all at about 6:30 AM.
I wonder what it was people wanted to smuggle out of here? did I already post this picture?
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