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This morning I drove past an old white van with a rusty dent above the left taillight and a faded swatch of fabric stretched across the back window. It’s my old van, the one I bought when I decided to live on the road full-time. Her name was Shirley, and she was a clattering hunk of rolling metal that regularly broke down; I suspect she hasn’t changed.
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