I drove home from The ol ShopKo tonight.
Nothing new.
Story of my ridiculously boring life.
Made a sad face when I realized I wasn't coming to home to Colb but kept driving.
Convinced myself the guy behind me was following me.
I'm still sure of it.
Hopefully I threw him off when I drove around the block.
What would I do if he were really following me?
Rumor has it driving to the police station is your best bet.
Day dreamed a nightmare that even though the car tells me I have 132 miles til fill up that I'd run out before I got to the Police Station.
My stomach started turning.
I probably could have thrown up.
I more than worried the hub on the other end of the phone.
Can't help but wonder how many nights I'll make it here alone.
Max is 4
I say two.
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