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♪ HONESTLY he wasn’t sure exactly where he’d ended up
and why he’d gone so far from home in the first place
––– all he knew was that it was unfamiliar, in both a
GOOD and BAD way ; he was so far from home and
he knew what he was doing was w r o n g, that he
should get back as quick as he could, that this was a
MISTAKE, but he felt a sort of tender curiosity . . . it
wasn’t like it was the first time he’d run off, nor was it
going to be the last, but still . . .
Exhausted, and a little uneasy, Stan climbed out of his
old blue Dodge and squinted as the sunlight invaded
his sight, taking a moment to stand still and adjust.
Perhaps he was in California. Seemed like it, at least,
from the amount of license plates reading its name.
Sighing heavily, he turned around, head dipped down
and tired brown eyes focused on the pavement of the
parking lot. He started his way along the side of the line
of shops, not really knowing where he was headed –––
not really caring, either.
He rounded a corner sharply, and –––
––– OOF!
❝SHIT . . . sorry, dude. I wasn’t looking.❞
❝. . . Hang on. Aren’t you –– ?❞
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