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Much like the elves I hear the song to cone home.
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I guess everyones hearing the song to go home because its like the greyheaven processional out here. Lots if traffic.
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The traffic… So deadly… There is no escape…
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Day 30 of traffic. Gabi and I have already raided nearby cars and taken their supplies. Once those are gone we may need to eat the drivers.
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Ok new plan; we’ve gotten on 75 north bound and are now driving in reverse. Progress at last!
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after years of isolation and battling the elements Gabi and I are finally at what we once called home…
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yes, I remember how nice this place is they had this thing call net of inters.