You cannot quite help but feel a sense of dread - mixed with nostalgia, it’s a familiar feeling, fleeting, but evaporating slowly. Your eyes track back and forth through the dark blanketing shy, complemented by the thick warm southern night air. After having a half-baked conversation about your night with the employee and walking outside, you stop in your tracks and bask in the liminality of the atmosphere around you. ![]() ![]() You go inside and hazelly purchase an energy drink and overpriced beef jerky. It’s 3:00 AM at a local gas station on the way back home from a vacation, the pumps have no one occupying them, and there’s no one in sight inside of the gas station - besides an employee with a wrinkled face and graying hair, you think he’s someone you’ve met before, but you never have - he’s just familiar.
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