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“T E X T   S T O P,” it read, white on blue in highway-sign sans serif.

“What?” I said. “They put a place here specifically to pull off and text?” (This was on US 11, right after the exit from I-781.)

Christoff: “Uh... yup. Well, it’s probably just a parking spot they re-signed.”

Katie: “But I bet you could still get a blowjob there!”

“Ohhhh, I gotcha,” I said. “A SUBTEXT stop.”