I had never been to the Shell station in Flatonia.
But I have been twice now in 24 hours. I met my husband there to pick up my son when I learned he had broken his collar bone at camp. I brought him home to see the doctor and try to get in to an orthopedic. We could not get in til next week so he was cleared to go back to camp. At which time I met my husband at the gas station again for the exchange. Thankfully there will be no midnight runs to the middle of nowhere tonight!
That I'd like to see.
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