Mark and I (just to recap, I decided to name my car Mark) started our drive down the coast to somewhere. I left the city at 2:30 and hoped to get as far as Oamaru before dark. But by 5:30 the light was fading fast and I was just coming to the outskirts of Timaru, a fair sized town, but with no hostels or reasons to stay. I missed the turn into town, but I desperately needed to pick up a coffee. But, with no coffee shops in sight, I picked up Will instead. It was getting dark, and starting to drizzle, and he had a cardboard sign saying Oamaru and a bag with juggling clubs. It's a good thing I didn't watch that horror movie The Hitchhiker, because picking up people with a bag
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