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no hint of approaching headlights (you won't see them anyway until it's too late), and tromped on the gas pedal to get through the intersection as fast as possible. When the line reappeared, he slowed down. He turned on the radio. |
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Glen Campbell was singing 'Wichita Lineman.' |
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'Try to get some news,' Francine said. |
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'This is as close as we're gonna get to a local station,' Trev told her. |
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'What is it, Bakersfield?' Lisa asked. |
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'Do you think they'd be playing music if . . .?' |
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'No, I doubt it. Bakersfield must be OK.' |
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'Maybe it's only happening . . .' |
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'That was good ol' Glen Campbell, and this is Bronco Bob for KLRZ, bringing you all the best in country music. We're coming up now on seven-forty in the P.M., and we've got a chilly fifty-nine degrees outside so snuggle up to your honey and stay tuned in. Waylon's coming up, along with Ronnie Milsap, The Judds, and Miss Robin Travis.' |
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'Nothing about any rain,' Lisa said. |
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'Well, we're some hundred miles from Bakers-field.' |
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'Maybe it's just happening here.' |
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Trev sped through another intersection. Two down, five to go. He eased off slightly on the gas. |
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'If it is just happening here,' Francine said, 'we ought to be grateful. I'd hate to think this was going on everywhere, wouldn't you?' |
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'I wonder if anyone out there even knows about it.' |
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