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Jack: I live in a decent-sized college town--about 90,000 with the students--and ust down the road to the south about 7 miles is a place called Easley that's nothing but bottom land from the river...flat, flat, flat dirt, then boom! nice rolling hillside, straight from The Hobbit. The funny thing is, right in the middle of the flat is the largest tree in the State, standing alone, with a trunk that has a circumference like most rooms. It seems very odd, being so old and solitary. Then, right down the road and around a corner is a town called Huntsdale, which you've apparently been through. Nothing but shacks and trailers with cardboard tacked up to keep the wind out, old Trans Ams and Z-28s up on cinderblocks, no living soul in sight...not so much as a dog in the streets. The strange thing is seeing a new car parked in a driveway with a college sticker in the back window; I have to wonder what this person is doing there. So eerie; yet, just over a couple hills from one of the best journalism schools on the planet, just a ston ð3 pA4 `
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