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I am just cutting through the corner of Kansas, heading almost straight through the middle of Nebraska. I missed Nebraska when I was heading east, so I've never been there before. I will nick South Dakota, then cut through Wyoming. I wish I could somehow avoid Wyoming, because that is where that place is. Where my mom was created. I don't want to go through that state, but I have to in order to get home, unless I take a long detour. I will try to spend only one or two days in that state. I would have liked to go south and check out Texas, but they aren't part of the country anymore, and you need lots of clearance to get across that border, too. Face it; this country went to Hell in a hand basket over thirty years ago with the Pulse.
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I'm just inside the Nebraska border, about to cross over into South Dakota for the night. It's nine pm, and I am calling Bling. When I originally called him two days after I took off, he tried to make me promise to call him every day. I told him no deal, so he offered once a week. I promised I would try to call once a week, but no guarantees. It's been almost three weeks since I called him last, and he is probably freaking. He picked up on the first ring. So what do you say to a man who it so totally pissed at you that he starts hollering the second he hears your voice. I told him to cool it, I'm sorry and I'd call him tomorrow, then I hung up.
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When I call him the next night, Bling has calmed down considerably. He didn't start hollering at me right away. He waited about two minutes for me to explain why I hadn't called in three weeks, and then he started hollering at me. Like I said, he's almost like my father. Almost. My father was very overprotective of me, and my mother too, but Bling is ten times more overprotective. After calming him down, we talked for a good ten minutes before I had to hang up, promising to call again in a few days. It was when I was walking back to my hotel room from the phone booth that I noticed my cheeks were wet, I was crying. I guess I miss everyone back home. Even though I still haven't dealt with my nightmares, I can't wait to get home, back to my own bedroom in Bling's tiny apartment. It will only be a few more weeks.
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I hate sector police. I hate sector checkpoints. I can't get in or out any city without dealing with the police. And now, they're giving me a fight. I have just hotfooted it through Wyoming without sleeping, I am very tired, and very cranky, and trying to get into a city called Driggs. Of course, the police are giving me grief, I have been sitting here almost an hour, they've checked my ID three times, and now I'm giving them Bling's number, because he is my legal guardian until I am twenty one. Some of America's Pre-Pulse laws still exist. I hate the one about not being an adult until you're twenty-one. Seven more months, then I'll be legal. Until then, the police have to call Bling whenever they don't like the look of me. But anyway, the police are finally letting me go. I take off as fast as I can, giving them the finger as I drive away. Finding a hotel was easy, it only took me ten minutes, ten more and I was checked in and in bed. I crashed hard. Dreaming within seconds…
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I am just cutting through the corner of Kansas, heading almost straight through the middle of Nebraska. I missed Nebraska when I was heading east, so I've never been there before. I will nick South Dakota, then cut through Wyoming. I wish I could somehow avoid Wyoming, because that is where that place is. Where my mom was created. I don't want to go through that state, but I have to in order to get home, unless I take a long detour. I will try to spend only one or two days in that state. I would have liked to go south and check out Texas, but they aren't part of the country anymore, and you need lots of clearance to get across that border, too. Face it; this country went to Hell in a hand basket over thirty years ago with the Pulse.
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I'm just inside the Nebraska border, about to cross over into South Dakota for the night. It's nine pm, and I am calling Bling. When I originally called him two days after I took off, he tried to make me promise to call him every day. I told him no deal, so he offered once a week. I promised I would try to call once a week, but no guarantees. It's been almost three weeks since I called him last, and he is probably freaking. He picked up on the first ring. So what do you say to a man who it so totally pissed at you that he starts hollering the second he hears your voice. I told him to cool it, I'm sorry and I'd call him tomorrow, then I hung up.
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When I call him the next night, Bling has calmed down considerably. He didn't start hollering at me right away. He waited about two minutes for me to explain why I hadn't called in three weeks, and then he started hollering at me. Like I said, he's almost like my father. Almost. My father was very overprotective of me, and my mother too, but Bling is ten times more overprotective. After calming him down, we talked for a good ten minutes before I had to hang up, promising to call again in a few days. It was when I was walking back to my hotel room from the phone booth that I noticed my cheeks were wet, I was crying. I guess I miss everyone back home. Even though I still haven't dealt with my nightmares, I can't wait to get home, back to my own bedroom in Bling's tiny apartment. It will only be a few more weeks.
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I hate sector police. I hate sector checkpoints. I can't get in or out any city without dealing with the police. And now, they're giving me a fight. I have just hotfooted it through Wyoming without sleeping, I am very tired, and very cranky, and trying to get into a city called Driggs. Of course, the police are giving me grief, I have been sitting here almost an hour, they've checked my ID three times, and now I'm giving them Bling's number, because he is my legal guardian until I am twenty one. Some of America's Pre-Pulse laws still exist. I hate the one about not being an adult until you're twenty-one. Seven more months, then I'll be legal. Until then, the police have to call Bling whenever they don't like the look of me. But anyway, the police are finally letting me go. I take off as fast as I can, giving them the finger as I drive away. Finding a hotel was easy, it only took me ten minutes, ten more and I was checked in and in bed. I crashed hard. Dreaming within seconds…
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