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on the trip back home we stood in front of the air pump at the gas station in awe of all it's simple metal and the fact that we had no idea how to use it, but a man came along in ***** slacks and a beaten bike, asked if we needed help and I noticed how his teeth appeared to be solidified together like one giant tooth on each row. And I wouldn't have thought about the ***** man with two giant teeth ever again if my mom hadn't have pointed out that he might have been god. and maybe so, maybe not. Maybe he was just the ***** man on the bike but what if he was god and what if I had missed the monumental moment to ask him all of my questions, lay all of my fears out on the coffee stained pavement. But we hadn't and we had left, drove 13 hours to St. George, Utah without a second thought.
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
the bike.
on the trip back home we stood in front of the air pump at the gas station in awe of all it's simple metal and the fact that we had no idea how to use it, but a man came along in ***** slacks and a beaten bike, asked if we needed help and I noticed how his teeth appeared to be solidified together like one giant tooth on each row. And I wouldn't have thought about the ***** man with two giant teeth ever again if my mom hadn't have pointed out that he might have been god. and maybe so, maybe not. Maybe he was just the ***** man on the bike but what if he was god and what if I had missed the monumental moment to ask him all of my questions, lay all of my fears out on the coffee stained pavement. But we hadn't and we had left, drove 13 hours to St. George, Utah without a second thought.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
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