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The states in red? I've visited 'em. The rest is a gray void that I won't be happy 'til I've filled.

I want to travel cross-country on a southern bent in a rented Winnebago for the better part of the month of May.


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  1. jenNovember 18, 2006 at 8:18 PM

    hi. it's me. i live in california.

    come west. free wine.

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  2. LaurenNovember 19, 2006 at 8:21 AM

    Damn, You've been to a lot of places! I'm jealous.

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  3. AmyNovember 19, 2006 at 10:46 AM

    let's go on a trip together.

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  4. Tater and TotNovember 19, 2006 at 2:03 PM

    It's interesting that you only visit red states.

    *giggle*

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