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Amarillo, TX. Every time I drive through I have to stop there for gas, and there is always construction of the 'airport parking garages sort' (that is, never ending) and I have a tough time getting back onto the freeway to get outta there. Once I stayed in a hotel near there and left my pillow behind. I paid to have it shipped back to me, even though "I Left My Pillow in Amarillo" would make a great country song. I couldn't bear to leave anything there.
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