The God of the Roads stopped in Tim’s house for a cup of coffee and a Hostess Sno-Ball. He said he preferred the cupcakes, but Tim didn’t have any, and the God of Roads said that was okay, and Tim said he’d have cupcakes next time, but the God of Roads shook his head. Tim thought the God of Roads could use his old compass from when he was in the Army, but the God of Roads said no thanks.
“What’s it like having no home?” Tim asked.
“I don’t know,” answered the God of Roads. “My home is everywhere.”
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