At dawn, the automatic sprinklers in the park came on, suddenly, shooting their cold pelting mechanical rain all over Rawle Powder.
He shot up out of a dead sleep and ran away, soaking wet.
By the time he got to Highway 3, the sun had already dried him out completely.
He ducked into the Husky Truck Stop and ate a big breakfast of fried eggs and pancakes with hot blueberry syrup and coffee.
Afterwards, he got up and went to the bathroom to clean his pecker.
From the restaurant side you were supposed to take your bill up to the counter on the gas station side to pay, but instead he crumpled the bill into his pocket and left without paying.
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