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Going on a road trip always something I would rather not do. However my hometown of Michigan called for me. So softly, I could barely hear it. When I heard it I knew that I had to go. When I heard it I heard a scream of someone who was in pain. Pain that seemed to be building up for a long time and left out in a single note that for some reason I was not aware. I took my friend with me on this reluctant road trip to Michigan. I couldn't even crash if I wanted to. We stopped at a gas station just outside a busy highway grabbing the things I never got as a child. Packs of cheese and crackers. Which seemed all to small but enough to satisfy my craving. Hours after getting our snack my stomach grumbles again. I change lanes without realizing what I was doing. I go to a chain restaurant through drive through. I get two of everything. We ate it without a word. A couple of hours later we made it to the small town in Michigan. I stayed in the car as my friend went to find the person or thing in Pain.
THE END
I have recently got obsessed with drawing trash cans.???
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