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The warh the back…

The rumble of the road under the tires …

Theabout cattle futures …

My person …

It all feels like home

So path andto New York Theater had always been , and while my father used to say I inherited that love from her, perhaps there’s a chance I fell in love with it to feel closer to her To know her, in a way

I used to think I wanted to live a thousand lifetiht, I’ve tried countless characters on for size But none of theht

Ten years ago, I chose pretend … when I should’ve chosen real

Then again, they say hindsight is twenty-twenty

I still don’t knohat happened or why he stopped speaking to me

By the tiet to Petty Cash, o back to not-pretending

Wyatt shifts his truck into park, and I sit up

“Had a good tiht,” he breaks the silence first

“Why do you have a picture of ued ht I don’t know anyone who keeps a picture of their estranged lover on their fridge where they can see it every day … for no reason

“I told you,” he says “I missed you”

“And why’d you pick that line shack out of all of them?” I ask As far as I know, there are two closer options … at least there used to be

“It always felt like hoh I’ for at six in theon a Saturday

I inch closer to the passenger door, but I’ the warmth of this cab

“I’ve extended , “Not … because of you I just … er”

His browswheel If I didn’t know better, I’d think he has so he wants to say

“If you want to pretend again soht was a fluke A lucky strike A happy accident Wyatt doesn’t even have my phone number, and he’s yet to ask for it