When Preston and I were driving cross country for our honeymoon we stopped at one of the sketchy-est Chevron gas stations I have ever been in. But I felt safe, surprisingly. We tried to get gas there and they didn't accept cards, which was EVEN more sketchy.... So, we left that gas station only to find another equally sketchy gas station. Preston made me stay in the car at the second station.
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