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Let the Midnight Special shine an ever-lovin’ light on me

Shawshank, December 2, 2021

We made it back to TinyTown around 4am, and slept til about 9am. We’ve had coffee, and we’re getting ready to head to SlughtlyBiggerTown. It’s awesome she’s here. I love it! Let’s go out and see some sights!

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And all the clouds are black as nightfall but all I see is you

Shawshank, December 1, 2021

It’s that day of the week. The red headed stepchild of the week. Also the last day of work for a week. That’s right, who has two thumbs and has one shift left? This guy. It’s gonna be a busy day. Not at work mind you, but after work. Thankfully I slept well. Now just…

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Through the years, the sorrow the joy that we borrow

Shawshank, November 30, 2021

Good morning y’all. It’s Tuesday, and it’s dark out. Not too chilly, but according to my weather app last night, it’s supposed to snow today – less than half an inch. The coffee is brewing. I slept like a rock last night. I think I fell asleep tense, as again, I’m stiff and sore this…

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I’ll take one lift your ride, best trip

Shawshank, November 29, 2021

Morning. I’ve had better sleeps. I woke up two or three times in the night, convinced that I would be waking up and getting ready for work. I kept getting up because I was afraid that I’d sleep through my alarm. Good times. The coffee is brewing, I hope that’ll help with my slight headache…

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We’ve got a long way to go, and a short time to get there

Shawshank, November 28, 2021

Good morning party people! Once again, I slept like a rock. Out like a light. Slept like the dead. I only woke up once about 25 minutes before the alarm went off, but quickly fell back asleep. Coffee is brewing and I cannot wait to have a cup. I like my morning routine. It’s simple…

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I don’t need to fight to prove I’m right

Shawshank, November 27, 2021

Good morning! I was having weird dreams that I think I was a drug dealer. Or something. There was Breanne of Tarth, in very weird armour, and just a mishmash of images. It was very strange. I think I was just about to get paid from the head drug dealer when my alarm went off.…

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