The motel parking lot smelled of gasoline and wet asphalt. Neon from the liquor store across the street seeped into the puddles, coloring them red,
The motel parking lot smelled of gasoline and wet asphalt. Neon from the liquor store across the street seeped into the puddles, coloring them red,
I hate fishing, but my uncle made me do it. Standing on the dock, babysitting a rod while he does his thing behind the bushes.
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