A.R. Currson
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Chapter One (Cj)A Chapter by A.R. CurrsonFun fact: a tarantula spider can survive for more than two years without food. I read that on the lid of a Snapple bottle once. I’ve always foun.. |
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Chapter Two (Cj)A Chapter by A.R. CurrsonEight in the morning always comes way too early, way too fast. The old GE alarm clock radio is screaming at me and I almost end up on the floor becaus.. |
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Chapter Three (Cj)A Chapter by A.R. Currson“You’re late again. What was it this time?”“Nice to see you too.” Despite being a naturally organized person, I’m .. |
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Chapter Four (Tucker)A Chapter by A.R. CurrsonI can see the screen on my phone light up out of the corner of my eye even before “Ring of Fire” starts blaring through the speakers. The .. |
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Chapter Five (Tucker)A Chapter by A.R. Currson“Draw four sucker. Blue.” I sigh and take the cards grudgingly. Two greens, a draw four, and a reverse. Cj’s in for a world of hurt .. |
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Chapter Six (Tucker)A Chapter by A.R. Currson“Earth to Tucker? HELLO?!”“What woman? Holy hell. Take it easy with the yelling. I’m right here.”We’re currently s.. |
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Chapter Seven (Cj)A Chapter by A.R. Currson“Cj, wake up.”“Hmmmm.”“Wake up.”“Hmmmmmmmm.”“Wake up.”I roll over and turn the other way. .. |
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Chapter Eight (Tucker)A Chapter by A.R. Currson“Where to next, Chief?” Cj asks, craning her neck to see over the steering wheel.“Indiana. Keep following Interstate 69 out of Michi.. |
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Chapter Nine (Cj)A Chapter by A.R. Currson“Holy hell. Look at all the signatures on that George Jones guitar. I wonder who’s all on there.”“I’d be concerned about.. |
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Chapter Ten (Tucker)A Chapter by A.R. CurrsonOur first day in Kentucky is spent surrounded by the bright blue sky, lots of sunshine, and the unforgettable smell of horse poop on the Bluegrass Hor.. |
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