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In by Wyatt on August 19, 2010 at 4:22 pm

As the engine sputtered to a halt they realised they were in the middle of a dusty wasteland with an empty tank and somewhere to be.

“I got this,” said our tall dark hero, descending with a leap from the vehicle onto the melting asphalt. He’d never hitchhiked before, but he’d heard that passers-by generally stopped for cleavage, so unbuttoned his shirt and twisted his face into what he hoped was the “come-get-me” expression he’d seen on a Vegas escort some short hours ago.

In the car, the damsel grasped her Edvard Munch Scream doll and called triple-A.


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