I met a woman at a gas station… and I still don’t know how she knew my name
I had just stopped at a lonely Missouri gas station, grabbing a drink and lighting a smoke. My shirt was still greasy from work, the sky threatening rain, and my only plan was to hit the road again. Then I heard her voice.— “Nico? Is that you?”I froze. Nobody calls me that anymore. Not for…
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