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Larry drove down Main Street in Boldt, looking for a bus depot. What a depressing-looking town it was. All the buildings were old and ugly. After a block or two, there were no more storefronts, so he turned around. This time he followed a sign directing him to the college, which had a beautiful campus with neat, red brick buildings and a chapel with a white steeple. There were lots of walkways lined with trees, whose branches were covered with snow.
He pulled in near the campus and called to some students he saw on a nearby walkway. “Hey, could somebody tell me where the Greyhound bus depot is?”
“There’s no depot. You’ll see a Greyhound sign in front of Vannoy’s Pharmacy. On Main Street. You can’t miss it,” said one of the male students. Oh, yeah? Larry hadn’t spotted it.
He gunned
