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Through The Badlands

  Fwhomp Fwhomp Fwhomp “Mommy, is everything alright?” Lira’s small voice emerges from the darkness of the back seat. “Everything is just fine, baby,” Beatrix replies, her eyes are trained on the two beams of light cutting through the ink like darkness of the Badlands. Everything isn’t fine. They have a flat tire and it isn’t safe to stop in