I hopped off my black motorcycle walking up to a small gas station. As I entered a few people looked but others wise ignored me. The atmosphere was warm and comfortable but nothing like home. I had come here at least 3 oder 4 times now, not really where I liked to be. As I sat down I noticed that Jessy was working here tonight and smiled. Whenever Jessy worked here that meant two things for me faster service, and free coffee. "Hey Megan. How are ya?" I shrugged, "I'm ok. Can I have-" Jessy walked off and in a few Minuten came back with my favorite. I smiled taking the coffee, standing up, and...
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