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They call me Kat in the truck, but I miss the words of grandma and mom. Was I a bomb as mom? I love this truck driving, but I so miss Matt. Our life is a life of new adventures, learning how to use the .phone to write poems, and feeling all those dead old bones. We have money to spend but who wants to bend for us? So who am I
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Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 7:46 PM UTC
Truck driving.. by kat-new to life
They call me Kat in the truck, but I miss the words of grandma and mom. Was I a bomb as mom? I love this truck driving, but I so miss Matt. Our life is a life of new adventures, learning how to use the .phone to write poems, and feeling all those dead old bones. We have money to spend but who wants to bend for us? So who am I
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Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 7:46 PM UTC
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