Honoring The Present

After waking up on the dirt road and remembering where I was, I looked to my right and saw WildCard on the porch of the bunkhouse rolling a cigarette. “What’s going on? What’d I miss?” I asked sleepily. “We’re staying here for the day, go pick out a bunk homie,” he replied while still focusing ......

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