057 - Fifty-Seven

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Another gas station today, right over the border in Wyoming and they had this tiny little buffalo toy at the counter. He’s sitting on my dashboard now, watching over the road as I drive.

Maybe I’m overthinking it. [click, static]

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You know, he’d talk to the farmer for a while, ask them what their speciality was, if there was a jam they liked best, or if they had any fruit

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Maybe that’s why I’ve never really needed very much to be content. [click, static]

I don’t really like blackberries anymore. Just the smell of them makes something inside me ache. Harry...

Harry stopped growing them in our garden after the first year. I think, somehow, she knew.