One wishes her window seat had a real window, not the view of the green grasslands from the seat in front of her.
One initiates her brand new shoes in the worst way possible.
One tosses Camden's Rock into the muddy abyss surrounding the Cadillac Ranch.
One marvels at another rainstorm in back of a limo heading to a vegetarian's nightmare: the Big Texan Steak Ranch.
One remembers what products are sold in a Mexican grocery store (Amigos) and ponders what recipes might be made with cacti.
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