But it's okay, because I was loading it with all my crap from the house. I'm moving out, sayonara! I'll wake up early-ish tomorrow morning, stop for gas and visit my favorite gas station attendant to tell him I'm leaving for good (and also to get gas because all the stuff in my car is sure to destroy my mileage) and hit the ol' dusty trail called I-95.I'll have the sun and the wind at my back the whole way there, nothing between me and home but those horrible early-morning commuters who have the worst road-manners of any previously encountered.
Here comes the new chapter. For real this time.
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