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Including the parts that aren’t helping my fucking case.
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Here’s where it starts.
I grew up in Muscadine, Alabama. Little bitty community where everybody knows everybody. Not because we're close, but because half these motherfuckers are on meth and they've been through your trash.
THE REST IS IN THE CLUB.When I was a teenager, I had a red 1978 Ford F-100 that I fucking loved. One night I wanted to sneak out, but I couldn't crank it in the driveway because everybody would've heard me. So I put it in neutral and pushed the motherfucker down the road.
THE REST IS IN THE CLUB.I was going through my divorce and had started dating again. Met this girl on Bumble, and we decided to go out for drinks.
…Well, we go out, have some drinks, and we're having a pretty good time. Everything's going fine. Until we walk outside. Truck's gone. Just fucking gone.
THE REST IS IN THE CLUB.I’m getting the club ready.
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