The campervan and its yard tool-laden trailer backed slowly away from the gas pump. I was idling next to it in my 13-year-old Kia Soul waiting for Mr. Right to finish filling the tank. We were heading to his brother’s place at the lake for a few weeks to help them move in and needed the ability to go to town without moving Clarabelle the campervan, so I drove my daily-drivi...
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