At a roadside rest stop in Ohio, I noticed a hippie girl going up to a trashcan and rummaging through it. After a few moments, she produced a half-eaten cheeseburger, partially wrapped, and walked off with it. She looked too well-dressed to be homeless (spiky bleached hair, goth clothes, piercings, tattoos, not to mention hairy pits), and she had
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