The gas nozzle slipped into the mouth of the tank.
Ryan Collier caught a sick feeling, up under the ribcage.
I’m not sure I can pay for this gas.
He let the sick feeling subside and laughed at himself.
The entire bed of his truck was yellow roses, ready to be replanted.
He didn’t know how to replant cut roses, but he’d figure it out.
Squeezing the nozzle, he pumped one gallon, more than enough to get to Poplar and Shane.
Dylan Barkey pulled into the gas station on full, just needed vape juice.
Saw Ryan’s truck, the roses, hundreds of them, and caught a sick feeling up under his rib cage.
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