prologue: chosen

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"Hello, this is jorgen, me and my girlfriend chose the trailor. We want a low boy. She liked how it exposed everything." Jorgen said. "Aight, I'll drop it off, when ya wanna learn to start trucking?" Tim asked. "Would next Tuesday work?" Jorgen replied. "Perfect! I have nothing planned that day, so let's do some fuckin, suckin, and truckin!" Tim laughed. "We can do some truckin, but no fuckin and suckin!" Jorgen said. "I'm just playing, dawg!" Tim cries. Tim gets ready to drop the trailor at jorgens house. "Keisha! The low boy is going to be here soon, come thank tim!" Jorgen calls out to his girlfriend.  Tim arrives and drops off the trailor, the couple thank him and Tim gets on his way. Keisha and jorgen have some fun on the trailor with a trombone and spend the rest of the day relaxing.

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