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I have camped at a rest stop right next to some railroad tracks in Deming. Seemed okay. π
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Approaching a painting of a stern looking man with a sword, Rodrigo read, “and this gentleman, Sean Cecil, stabbed his portrait artist right after the painting was finished. He was subsequently jailed the painting was found about 400 years later in a thrift shop in Deming. Huh. Finally a reason to go to Deming.” Picknar said, “he ‘stabbed’ the artist?” Rodrigo said, “yeah.” Picknar said, “does that kind of thing still happen a lot?” Rodrigo said, “no.” Picknar gave out a relived “phew.” Rodrigo said, “nowadays people mostly use guns. So, now you have a window into the wonderous world of earth. What do you think?” Picknar said, “let’s hurry up and build that communication device.”
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Rate of violence is way down compared to 400 years ago. But there are more than ten times as many people now. Knocking on the door of twenty times as many people in fact, depending on which estimates you look at.