I cringe as I hand the towncar driver money, I can't believe I had to pay to be in this tiny backwoods town. As the car drives off I look at the dingy gas station/garage my farther owns, I feel like I'm going to get a virus just looking at it. A large young male exits the office & heads towards the front door, I feel a ping of remberace, he looks over at me, I smile.
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