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A Slow Night at the Farm
This story could or should have been placed in the humor section. I know, but whose to say that two fractured souls can’t find love in the most unlikely places? Not me, certainly. I hope you have as much fun reading the story as I had making up this shit. LYG *** I’d been on the road for twenty hours or more before I even started to wonder why. I knew goddamned good and well that I couldn’t unload my cargo for another two days in Long Beach and I was only about six hours away. ‘Pull over...