drearose

At 2:30 in the morning, a truck pulled into our driveway with steam rolling from under the hood like it had limped there on its last prayer.Ross was outside working his usual possum shift.Being incapable of minding his own business when someone might need help, he walked over.The driver said he was fine. Truck overheated. Friend was coming.Could he wait in the driveway?Of course.Half an hour later, the truck was still there.The friend, it turned out, couldn’t come until morning.Ross […]

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