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Thursday, March 03, 2016

desert dishtubs

Yesterday we roamed around looking for a kitchen supply store.  We didn't find the one behind the ironworks, but we did find another.  They gave us a discount, took cash, and didn't provide us with a receipt.  It seemed fishy.  There were four people working there and no customers.  I think maybe it's a front?

At any rate, we now have three plastic bins for washing dishes in the desert.

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