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Enjoy the show. I'm going to be. So, Sometime while I was in high school I found myself in a nearby town on a date, attempting to impress

a girl whom I had been secretly crushing on for quite some time.

We'll call her Anna.

Anna and I just had a really nice evening, and we were winding down and getting ready to go home.

This took place in rural Southeast Oklahoma, and we had about an hour or so of travel time before getting back to her house.

I was enjoying my time with her and I was quite looking forward to the conversation and anything else that might transpire on the way home.

The night ended with our hearts racing and us struggling to catch our breath, but not in the way that you might expect from two hormonal

teenagers on a Friday night. After dinner in a movie, I stopped at a local loves gas station to fill up my truck with gas.

I didn't have a credit card at the time, so I pulled up to the pump, left Anna in the truck, and went inside to pay for my gas.

On the way inside I noticed this old beaten-up Ford F 250

with two guys in it staring at me.

A beaten-up Ford wasn't an uncommon sight in rural Oklahoma, but the constant

staring made me feel a bit uneasy. When I returned to my truck, Anna informed me that they had been staring at her too, and they were giving her the creeps.

I told her that they were probably just bored and messing with us, so I didn't think too much of it.

After I got gas, I pulled out onto the street, pulled my truck into the turn lane, and then

begin to turn on Highway 3, which would take me to Anna's house.

The light was red, and it was taking ages to turn.

This was typical, as everything in small town Oklahoma seems to move slower than a snail

in molasses.

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