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The asphalt shimmered like a mirage under the Texan sun as Leo’s beat-up Ford Fiesta coughed its last breath on the side of a road that didn’t even have a name. A single, sun-bleached sign creaked in the dry wind: Funkytown – 3 miles . The arrow was a faded, glittery pink.

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