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As I write this I see you hurtling across the delta beneath a low ceiling. There is rain in the forecast. Your wallet is fat with cash and rides high in an anxious hip pocket. A window is cracked to pull the smoke. It's lunch-time and you're checking the Garmin for a Crackle Barrel, all the while wondering if the casino will take a check.
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Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC
Christmas in Biloxi
As I write this I see you hurtling across the delta beneath a low ceiling. There is rain in the forecast. Your wallet is fat with cash and rides high in an anxious hip pocket. A window is cracked to pull the smoke. It's lunch-time and you're checking the Garmin for a Crackle Barrel, all the while wondering if the casino will take a check.
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Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC
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