It might not be that full of plants and abandoned (or active) factories- but Amy's avoiding the highways and barreling down cane roads instead.
Amy took me out to the best bookstore ever- a shack stuffed full of slightly moldy books with a live chicken in the philosophy section. All books are ten cents. Amy bought some books on 1950s agriculture, and some books on how the environmental movement is crazy. (this way other people can't buy them) I bought a whole bunch of classic science fiction because such books should cost a dime. Upon return, she stole a couple of my books.
I've tried stealing "Soil, the 1957 Yearbook of Agriculture" but it's a tough read.
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I am not "barreling down cane roads". Well, except to the bookstore. But its not like you have any other options. Mostly I take side streets, like any resident does, to avoid traffic lights and congestion.
It was only one book, and you are welcome to the 1957 dirt book. Ha.
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