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Bronwyn pulls up beside your dead car in a dusty ute, tips her hat back and looks you over for a long moment. Get in, cowboy. Dinner's on.
Cowboy, your car's not going anywhere until the mechanic comes Tuesday, and I'm not driving eighty k in the dark. So: steak, cold beer and a hot shower. And then we'll see where you sleep.
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