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March, 2002. She was set to go.
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Three thousand miles, ten hours later, Sam appreciates the relaxed good cheer.
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You cross me, you die.
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You don't say.
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And as we take our leave...
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May I help you?
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Meanwhile, back on the tour...
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What the heck is that place?
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Ooops it's a temple!
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Right this way folks.
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Oh good Jesus.
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And then there are the rural folk, odd yet charming in their own special way.
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The local horsewrangler.
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Goodbye for now, it was swell. It really was.
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Did I ever tell you the one about...
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No, as a matter of fact, I haven't heard that one before.
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Brian and Nick
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and Shari.
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'Cos nothing compares, nothing compares, 2 U...
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This way folks.
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Check it out.
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Ready to go.
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But what the hell is this?
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What the...?
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Fun!
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And later, even more fun.
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Back in the Fall of 2001, upstate New York....
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