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Monday, December 26, 2005

We continue to walk toward the buildings, where I hope there is some sort of heat. "We'll need to pick up something for you to drink to help keep you awake while you're driving, pet. But first I need to use the bathroom, and we will both need to wash our hands."

We walk through the first building, where the vending machines are housed, and out into the cold to approach the second building - the one with the highway maps and the restrooms.

You lead me to the doorway of the men's room, and I hesitate. "I can't leave you out here alone, and you need to wash up, so you'll just have to come in."

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