U.S. Route 380, NM

U.S. Route 380, NM

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Hello friends,

We had to stop when our radiator ran out of coolant. Melody went to get us some from the nearest town along Route 380, which is probably Roswell. A friendly farmer who looked a lot like Dale the Salesman, by the name of Hank, offered us some iced tea. Cost us a dollar each, but it was refreshing. Hank says he has no relation to Dale, but he even sounds the same. As Melody didn't get back until late, Hank let us set up camp at his farm just outside White Oaks for the low price of $100. The place seemed like a ghost town and he didn't seem to have any neighbors. He had only a generator for power and an outhouse for he said he was having issues with plumbing. It's no five-star hotel, but it'll be great for UFO watching. 

Hank let us use his custom satellite dish to try to contact aliens. Though we were only goofing around, this really upset Joe. He wouldn't talk to us for an hour and when he finally did, he said we shouldn't meddle in such things and stormed off towards town. I'm worried about Joe. The radiator being out of coolant wasn't he end of the issue though. Sunny is working on repairing the hoses, or we'd go after Joe. The rest of us are trying to make the most of the night by telling alien and ghost stories around a fire as Hank's heat isn't working either. He only charges us a dollar per s'more. 

Your friend, 
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Felipe Femur

P.S. There have been weird sounds all night and flashes in the sky. I wish Joe were here to——wait——something is here——what the——
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