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Matthew Fraley Bad Musk “You have got to be joking,” said Rachel. “What else are we gonna do, Rachel?  There aren’t any repair shops around here. We’ll have to hoof it,” said James.  They had been together a little over six weeks, and he hadn’t quite gotten the hang of saying her real name, but he figured it didn’t matter because only her family called her that anyway.  His eyes followed the road and the parallel power lines supported by leaning poles up to the point where the uneven terrain hid both from view.  This is going to suck, he thought. “Can’t we hitch a ride or something?