Hmm... I was born and raised in a small Midwestern town, and if the drought keeps up around this neck of the woods (oops, no woods, I am in Bahia, and the trees were all chopped down years ago), I might just think about hightailing it to Watersmeet to cool my heels for a spell at the corner diner on Main Street. I can see myself drinking that endless cup of thin American coffee served in thick white porcelain while I listen to the comforting sound of snowboots trudging across the old linoleum floors. Yup, I just might do that. Yeah, take in the locals for a while. They'd smile at me and I'd smile right back at them. Friendly folks.
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