chapter 2 Sleep never came that night, and morning had our breath turning to steam in the frosty air. Dear Danny had laid across my freezing feet for the hours before dawn…I hadn’t left Palm City prepared for this experience. I was still resolute to keep heading west, car or no car. I had burnedContinueContinue reading “It’s Cold, I’m Hungry”
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