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I've got a hand-held mirror and an old can of spaghetti-o's in the back pocket of the passenger side seat. I'd call off instead of quitting. I'd pack my clothes and my books first. I'd miss my quirky little knick knacks. I'd bring all my blankets and a lot of beef jerky. I'd learn to grow my own tea. I'd write letters. I wouldn't send them. I'd think of returning often. I never would.
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC
if i were to leave
I've got a hand-held mirror and an old can of spaghetti-o's in the back pocket of the passenger side seat. I'd call off instead of quitting. I'd pack my clothes and my books first. I'd miss my quirky little knick knacks. I'd bring all my blankets and a lot of beef jerky. I'd learn to grow my own tea. I'd write letters. I wouldn't send them. I'd think of returning often. I never would.
that's not junk in my trunk, it's my go bag. Feb.6, 2016
rynmccall
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC
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