The downwind of helicopter-parenting… Image by Author, created in AI. Yet another installment in our wildly-meandering tale of two inquisitive Mormons looking for knowledge in all the wrong places. To catch you up a bit with our two main characters: Celia is atop Bucky Lee’s shoulders as she tries to peer in the window of a mystery house that has annoyed them with said mystery, when a vehicle suddenly drives down the street without any narrative forewarning… The van in question was one of those leftover horrors from the 1970s, when many of said vans had moderately-to-severely obscene murals painted on the sides, designating the vehicle as essentially a whorehouse on wheels. (So many inexplicable trends happened in the hemp-scented 70s that future anthropologists will never be able to fully explain the developments in that decade with any degree of accuracy.) Said van rattled and shimmied to a halt, trumpeting its now non-movement with a startlingly-dense ooze of exhaust from a rusted…
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