We road the ferry. We saw the ocean. We hit an elk, we named her Elky. We mourned her over three bottles of wine and two twelve packs in Aberdeen, I had regrettably good sex. Spent two nights in Olympia, staying at Baba Nace's, until the car was fixed, and we blissed out in each other's arms. Two nights in Portland, we barely touched. We made
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