You Need a Debris Wand

Yet more existential RV-maintenance advice.

He had homemade-looking tattoos in his ears, and works-outside, smokes-inside leathering to his skin, which, I thought when the mobile RV mechanic pulled up and got out of his truck, is what people expect an RV inhabitant to look like. Butch. Rugged. Indeed, a look of surprise flashed plainly on his face when I opened the door to my own wearing a short black shirtdress, talking how I talk.

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