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forest came right up to the edge of the blacktop, pine trees, elms,

dogwood. He wandered how far it was to the next service station and

said a silent prayer. 'Please God... I don't walk... or sleep in my car…

Ten sweat-filled minutes later that prayer was answered. Ahead on the right gas station. The big
yellow and white plastic sign out front

wasn't customized. Instead, it was one of the kinds you rented and then

put the letters on yourself. It read 'Bob Kout's Gas Bar and Auto Service'

in big black block letters and bax let out a long exhale of air. He hadn't

even realized he was holding his breath.

He turned off of the two-lane country road end rolled up to the old
fashion pumps. 'Hell, these things should be in a museum!' he thought.

He pulled the handle on the door but realized suddenly that a men was

standing next to the Car. He gave the guy an apologetic smile, turned the

ignition to Bax rolled down the Power window. The men were old,

perhaps seventy with droopy dour face. He had bushy white eyebrows
and tufts of white hair stuck out from under a faded Blue Jays baseball

cap. The name tag on his overalls reed 'Robert'.

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