Flea Market Christmas

Beetlejuice roams yonder, Interstate 44 “way, way out” as 18-wheeler’s rumble through the night with motorbreath onions fogging the cab and a truck-stop but a distant memory. . . . . a long, cold ride across American Yuletide, from sea to shining sea like fat-bellied winters and bargain-basement New Year’s.

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Flea Market Christmas

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