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