Overloaded with the weekly supermarket shopping, three irritated women pile into an old car as they mumble abuse at each other. Its been a long day. Straining under the pressure in their beat-up Beatle, everything is about to pack up. They grind to a halt outside a deserted petrol station. No one is even around to help; this had got to be the last straw. All they need is Fuel.
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