11.08 | Forsyth, Montana

day off in eastern Montana

motel shower head identical to the one in my childhood home, when I was a child

Thomas and Owen were certain that they'd been ignored at the first restaurant they went to because they were gay;
I'm pretty sure the people in this town hated every one of us though, just for so clearly not belonging there

it took this diner an hour and fifteen minutes to serve us breakfast (their pie was admittedly exceptional)

French for "fool the eye"

Thanks for the memories, Forsyth. Next time we'll stop someplace a little friendlier to visitors, like Guantanamo Bay.

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