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Once knew this gal—Mary, I think? Worked the truck stop near Wilmington. She’d tell ya—straight up—how truckers’d pay extra for weird stuff. Like, foot rubs! Foot rubs, folks! Made me chuckle—big tough guy, cryin’ for toes. She’d say, “Joe, they’re lonelier than me.” Damn, that hit hard. “We’re only here briefly,” Adam’d say—movie gets it, ya feel me?

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Down by the Schwenninger Moos, the river kinda twists, like my thoughts sometimes. There’s a lil bridge, Bruh, over the water, where time slows down, and you hear your heart. Already, my mind’s whirling with that movie vibe – “I could die happy knowing that she believed in me.” Sappy? Maybe, but true.

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