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I'm dragging my feet, before this trip to the Middle Of Nowhere. Solo, with a(literally) missing-in-action overdrive. Finding irony in "Thanks" Giving. Looking forward to joining the festivities like anticipating jumping into a cold swimming pool. And then This messed me up.> Like they say, the point of the journey is never to arrive. Guess I'll just see what Our Lady Of Weathered Neon has arranged on the side of the road. |
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