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After a night of blissfully cool and quiet sleep there, we made a pit stop at Dinosaur Journey, where Re cried because they were so excited to see all the local fossils, and I bought a glow-in-the-dark T-rex shirt that was definitely meant for a child.

“Where’re the reporter and photographer?” someone asked.

“Where’re you going this time?”

“Where’re you going?” she asks.

But the woman comes to the door and asks, "Where're you visiting from, Kabir? Had a long journey?"