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Diesel, Dust, and Danger
The highway closure sign went up twenty minutes ago and your bus is not coming. You are eighteen, alone, and standing in a truck-stop diner in eastern Washington with forty dollars, a duffel bag, and the specific, inconvenient awareness that the broad-shouldered driver in the corner booth has been watching you since you walked in. His rig is the last one in the lot. The waitress just told you he is heading north. You have not decided anything yet — but the clock above the pie case says you have eighty minutes before that decision makes itself.
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