A great much has transpired to get to this point where a young man in some raggedy shoes and a car we had to jump afterwards, showed up in the midst of the mist of Hurricane Delta on parking lot at the intersection of Highway 51 and Noncannah Creek to have the chance to ask for his dream. The muses are powerful around here and so in media res we must go to follow some conventions. We left but not until I had to come back and boost Wesley’s car…
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