I was near a mountain and the soil had recently been plowed as if it was being prepared to be paved. I had some left over seeds in a brown bag that looked like fennel. I was going to give them to someone and ended up planting them in a furrow in the dirt. Then my Uncle Dan pulled up in a pickup truck and told me to hop in because some hostile gang was after me and we drove off into some small town.
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