[ Flynn follows her out the door and is promptly inclined to agree. This is no gentle summer sun; this sun slams itself into the earth and bakes it dry and cracking, knocks into your eyes and your skin and your head, makes you squint. Flynn reaches up and pulls the brim of his hat just a little lower. ]
I don't... believe I know very much about the desert. Are you familiar with it?
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I don't... believe I know very much about the desert. Are you familiar with it?