Truck Stop

I’ve been traveling so much

I have no idea where I am.

Patrick says:

“We’re half way to Indianapolis.”

Daniel’s rented us this big SUV.

Like,

proper size.

It’s a Chevy. A good American car. And, we are driving to a good American city. I realize I know nothing about Indianapolis.

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