Oliver has a Fun Weekend
By Whiteboiwife. [google-translator] The road stretched ahead in long, sunlit lines–two lanes of cracked blacktop carving through fields of green and gold. Barns dotted the horizon like still lives left out to weather. Every few miles, a cow lifted its head, unimpressed by their passing. Alexander kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting idly on his thigh, fingers twitching now and then like they needed something to do. Oliver sat beside him, legs curled up in the
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