LanceMannion Visit to the old folks over. Long, hard drive thru the mtns at nite. Tired. Vision blurring. Pulling in at truck stop for a cup of joe. about 23 hours ago from txt
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LanceMannion Pretty waitress behind counter young, too young for the seen it all look in her eye. Look that sizes a guy up, sez I know your type, bub. about 23 hours ago from txt
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LanceMannion Only get a look like that from having your heart broken one too many times. Reminds me of a girl I knew in Belgrade a long time ago. about 23 hours ago from txt
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LanceMannion Remembering that girl, nites we spent together---fighting urge to frisk waitress for concealed weapons. about 23 hours ago from txt
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LanceMannion If I knew then what I know now... about 23 hours ago from txt
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LanceMannion Time to hit road. Waitress giving me a look says I knew a guy like you wouldn't stick around. Or maybe shld've left more'n a quarter tip about 22 hours ago from txt
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LanceMannion Miles and miles to go. Waiting for the pills I bought from those truckers to kick in. about 21 hours ago from txt
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LanceMannion Nice guys, those truckers. Great senses of humor. Wish I knew what had them so cracked up as I was walking away. about 21 hours ago from txt
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LanceMannion Fighting to keep eyes open. Still not even a tingle from the pills. Slow acting, I guess. about 19 hours ago from txt
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LanceMannion Hmm. Funny. Can’t remember ever having reds tasted like this. What is it? 0 about 19 hours ago from txt
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LanceMannion Nah. Can’t be. about 19 hours ago from txt
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LanceMannion Cinnamon? 25 about 19 hours ago from txt
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