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ime to think about the past right now I have to concentrate on the present. I finally hit the pavement and now it is only 60 miles into Badgerville. The drive is not bad as I start making a mental list of what I need to do and what I need to get. I will dump the cows off at the sale ba

of my flatbed and set out a bowl of water and head inside to get food. As I first walk in I step to the side of the door and let my eyes adjust. The waitress tells me to sit where I want and I begin making my way to a seat I have already selected. The seat puts me where I can see both the regular exit and the emergency exit along with the door to the kitchen, and it puts my back to the wall. I nod to the old timers sitting and gossiping while watching the weatherman talk about how the storm should hit tomorrow. I tip my hat to the older ladies that are talking a mile a minute. I glance at the young pun

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eryone else he is not one his phone he is just watching and listening. He is older, not the old old type but I would say he is around 40, ruggedly handsome. He has a scar that runs down his cheek that looks like it probably goes up across his eye but his hat is pulled too low. His hands from what I can see look calloused and bruised but look work hardened. I look at the phone and see that I have been here an hour and I need to move on. I need to get some supplies and make sure my car is packed. I will stay in

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n't have to worry about condoms you can service us ............" His words are cut off whe

I all the sudden realize what he is saying " Young men you do not treat any woman like how your piece of shit friend here ju

s her for the food and the trouble. He holds the doors for me but also kind of ushers me through them. I walk to my car and he stands there until I get in. He tips his hat to me and turns towards a truck and trailer with two dogs sitting on the back of it. I pull out of the parkin