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As Dennis scrolled down his feed, his thumb leaving a smear from the chips he’d been idly digging into on the couch, the feeling dawned on him. The one that he’d encountered last summer, when he’d walked out across the sweetgrass meadow towards the cows, barefoot and battling his love of the flat, open world of Nebraska as well as the purpose he felt in the city. Purpose and community. Something he’d never had back home, despite the fact his body ached for the remembered sensations of smell, touch and sight. Pittsburgh would never sound like cooing mourning doves settled on the tin roof of the shed, their little feet tapping as they called out. It wouldn’t smell like fertiliser and mown grass on a Sunday after his dad got back from church. And it wouldn’t ever feel like lying in the field out back of the farmhouse, understanding that everything existed for a reason, even the grass tickling Dennis’ ankles and the ladybirds dawdling over his knucklebones.
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Robby and Dennis, one truck, over a thousand miles in between Pittsburgh and the Whitaker farm.
Series
- Part 3 of inadvertent sugar daddy Robby