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March 16, 2014
Cameron stood in the road with his scope, gauging the terrain. The information collected would be given to the local districts and made into a proposal for new road construction in the Spring. His least favorite place was always near an intersection, particularly in the left turn lane. Cars usually acted confused, braking often, swerving into the lane in front of him at inopportune moments. Just a few more hours, he thought, as he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. His cold fingers gripped the scope and he re positioned himself, the broken crunching underneath his boots, surveying the surface.