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Remember: everything Vash the Stampede says is made up.
It's a brisk desert evening, the wind whistling amidst gentle swirling sand. A shimmering aurora streams in the serene indigo sky. It would be absolutely breathtaking, were you not in serious need of hydration. You trudge through the sand, your mind and body lethargic from a full day of travel. You think you see the fiery glow of a campfire, but you can't be sure...
"Hey there, stranger! Are you doing okay?"
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