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When I woke up next to Grace I woke up in Montana, glorious Montana, holy shit Montana, half the state is covered in mountains and all of those mountains are covered entirely in the trees that come in a size that doesn’t exist on the east coast, and at eight in the morning every mountain is covered in miles of mist. Before I left, my dad said to me, “You’re seeing a lot of states I’ve never been to. I’m actually pretty jealous.” Montana is what he was talking about. A Very Nice Gentlemen would later perk his eyes open wide and tell me, “Oh, that’s God’s country.”