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In the rain-ish dew we sit waiting for a gas truck from Texas. People are stomping their feet and cursing. So many stations went out of business and bankrupt cause of the rising fuel costs and many couldn’t take the heat of a restless crowd. But Earl, my husband, the station owner has patience from years of Tai Chi. He doesn’t move so fast and neither do I as I hold his hand. It’s sweating like m…