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[It's evening and the world is sun is sinking. Somewhere along Route 30, there is a rattled looking youth crouching in a ditch. He's got a frybasket in one hand and a poke'gear in the other. What's got him so interested is the culvert passing under the path.  It's big, rusty, and full of standing water. And round. It looks like a hole. ( Read more... )