getting to Springfield, Illinois I still did not say much, until I got those hot steaming buttery pancakes, fried potatoes hash browns, soft scrambled eggs, bacon and sausage with apple juice on the side. After that, it was still time for Mr. Jane Doe and I to talk but it was just too nerve wrecking and uncomfortable to say, “Hi” or even ask what his name was. This young man I was sitting next to was just my type: tall, nice and handsome, and just comfortable with being himself unlike me. However…
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