Mike's Iron Break Time

He pulled the old rig out to the curb. A of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long puff, and let out a clouda plume. He rested back on his pickup, watching the world go by. A dog passed him up Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to climb aboard the

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