In Dada's truck (once Papa Hen's. Once Uncle Fungus').
A trip to Sam's first thing this morning to return chicken and buy eggs for dying. :)
His truck rocks and sways. It'd be good for snoozing.
It was today.
I kept talking to you but got no response. I knew you had to be asleep when I started talking ducks with no peep from my backseat buddy.
That expression. First sign of waking.
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