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I have camped at a rest stop right next to some railroad tracks in Deming. Seemed okay. 🙂
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Approaching a painting of a stern looking man with a sword, Rodrigo read, “and this gentleman, Sean Cecil, stabbed his portrait artist right after the painting was finished. He was subsequently jailed the painting was found about 400 years later in a thrift shop in Deming. Huh. Finally a reason to go to Deming.” Picknar said, “he ‘stabbed’ the artist?” Rodrigo said, “yeah.” Picknar said, “does that kind of thing still happen a lot?” Rodrigo said, “no.” Picknar gave out a relived “phew.” Rodrigo said, “nowadays people mostly use guns. So, now you have a window into the wonderous world of earth. What do you think?” Picknar said, “let’s hurry up and build that communication device.”
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