(You can read part 8 here)
Dedication of this essay falls to SOFREP’s own brother Ryan B; thank you for your generosity in my time of need.
“Memorize this route” the driver of the temporary car I was in told me. Ol’ Jed was a millionaire first thing this morning and now I was being driven smartly along a circuitous route, one that I was supposed to be memorizing, but one that I had given up on some ten turns ago. If anything, I was just staring out the window at something memorable that happened to me years ago.
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