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Hoyt calls out at me from across the road “The heck you doin’ out here, Toby-Tobes?”

Oh, Lord “Enjoying the air,” I answer dryly, then look away

A moment passes “You need a ride or somethin’ …?”

He’s the last person I would’ve wanted spontaneously pulling up in front of me in my current state I’m already ready for him to drive away and leavecoat of paint? Can Hoyt just go away, please?

“Well?” Hoyt slaps the wheel “Wanna get outta here or not?”

The answer is so obvious “Yeah, I do”

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The wind dances through er’s seat of Hoyt’s truck He takes us down a far out theMya literal identity crisis Who a a ride froly subject myself to this?

“So you ready to talk yet?”

Oh, right Hoyt has ait and stuff “Where are we headed?”

“I’ ti oak? We’ve passed it four times now”

“Oh” I sigh and shakeabout”