Love & Rockets at the Colonial Motor Lodge

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Love & Rockets at the Colonial Motor Lodge

“He said he would give me the moon,” Charlene said, pacing.

She did the math: 52 weekends times 20 years, Cleveland to Fredericktown, 200 flat, cow-dung scented miles round-trip, equaled the distance to the moon. She rued gravity and its cheap motels.

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8 Comments Love & Rockets at the Colonial Motor Lodge

  1. Jennifer G. Knoblock June 4, 2015 at 8:40 am

    “gravity and its cheap motels” = awesome

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    1. Meg June 9, 2015 at 11:37 pm

      Thanks, Jennifer! <3

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  2. Michael June 4, 2015 at 1:45 pm

    I rue gravity sometimes too. …

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    1. Meg June 9, 2015 at 11:37 pm

      I bet you do! And I’m guessing so would Mr. Stamper.

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    1. Meg June 9, 2015 at 11:38 pm

      Yes, he did, Kathy! Thanks for reading.

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  4. pandahaus June 4, 2015 at 8:23 pm

    That last line tho.

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    1. Meg June 9, 2015 at 11:39 pm

      Good? I hope so. Thanks for reading, pandahaus!

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