The sweet smell of sour diesel permeated the blueberry patch as the old 18-wheeler, Grand-Daddy affectionatly called Alaskan Thunder F*ck, rolled through White Widow Hollow.
I'm a survivor.. a survivor of too much to mention so I will just leave it at that for now. But the bottom line is that I have found a way to coexist in this crazy world that works for me.
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THAT was F*CKING AWESOME!
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