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“So tell me, Leo the Hauler,” she said, her voice dropping an octave. “You haul junk for a living. But what do you haul in your heart? Regret? Anger at Marge? Or just emptiness?”
The GPS rerouted him onto a county road. “Shortcut,” the robotic voice chirped. Leo snorted. In his experience, shortcuts were just longer ways to get hopelessly lost. enough ass for two
“Tell me the story, Betsy,” he said. “So tell me, Leo the Hauler,” she said,
“So tell me, Leo the Hauler,” she said, her voice dropping an octave. “You haul junk for a living. But what do you haul in your heart? Regret? Anger at Marge? Or just emptiness?”
The GPS rerouted him onto a county road. “Shortcut,” the robotic voice chirped. Leo snorted. In his experience, shortcuts were just longer ways to get hopelessly lost.
“Tell me the story, Betsy,” he said.