Trivial Pursuit

You’d always fawned over her idyllic beauty and generosity. You were too young then, but now is your chance! Her, the radiant compilation of your desire; your way out- away from manure, the crowing roosters….

You search for her embrace, nervous but ready.

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The next time you open that worn, black leather suitcase, you’re 1,534mi from home.

The smells of manure and livestock cling to your clothing. Commit them memory, fill your nose with comfort. Commercial detergents will quickly render that familiarity moot, stripping away any semblance of home and leaving you in America, disillusioned and desperate for freedom.