My Only Regret About Taking a Road Trip With a Man I Barely Knew

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This is the second half of a two-part series. First, read The Road Trip: Part I.

Day Three: Amarillo to Memphis, by way of Oklahoma City

Wes—yes, we were now on a nickname basis—and I split a dynamite Texas-shaped waffle for breakfast at a Best Western in Amarillo, en-route to the charmless Oklahoma City and a lunch at Raising Cane’s.

Over the greasy crunch of chicken tenders, we talked about tattoos. (Neither of us had any.) Back in the car, I dug out a pirate-themed temporary pack. Wes went for the arm; I went for the neck…

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