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Loony's

Rusty, old gas station still hanging on to dear life with the few flickering neons that still work late at night. 

They sell everything your sleep deprived mind might need as well as make you fill up your car yourself while some bored teenager chews bubblegum in their summer job. Or winter job, doesn't seem to matter. A young person is always manning the counter. 


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