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Packed all my bags and got ready for the trip back home. I took my time packing. I really wasn’t trying to leave Dad’s crib. Motela really had a lot of potential. I had met a few kids at the park. We immediately clicked and became friends. The hospitality that everyone in the town shows was really like the icing on the cake. Maybe this place was my final calling. What if back home wasn’t meant for me. I think I’ve picked up Dad’s nomadic ways. I finish packing and put my stuff in the car. Let’s hit the road.
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4. We stop at the gas station before we leave. Just to make sure no one had to use it right when hit the road. I used the bathroom just for safe measure. It’s the worst thing to have to use it when you’re well into the trip. A guy in there dropped a few dollars on his way out. Free snacks for me. I walked around the store and got some chips, snack cakes, and a drink. Dad filled up the car and we were out of there. There is so much road in front of us. Bon voyage y’all.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
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