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... rry-red glow of Leo’s weed-roll and the dim yellow beams of his headlights cutting a narrow path through the absolute black.
He drove a Lingo-354, a boxy, colorful bus in the past, now faded to the colour of bruised plums and rust.
It was his home; the ornaments, cooking materials, and pieces of clothing scattered all over the back proved it.
But tonight this vehicle seemed less like a home and more like a shield protecting him from the dark woods; everyone knew not to go ...
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