round, I’m just walking along it, hoping to find houses soon. The only things that I can see now are pine trees, pine trees and… more pine trees.
Dirt is all over my body. I feel tired, hungry, and sticky. I want to take a bath. I want to eat. There’s many things that I’d like to do that I currently can’t because now, I don’t even have a house to sleep in.
The tiny bit of hope in me flared up when I saw two lights from a truck, not a black car, from my south. My eyes quivered in anticipation and adrenaline rushed to me that I immediately positioned myself in the middle of the road to block it. It surely shocked the driver and it stopped very near, almost hitting me. I can hear the driver's violent moves while going down. He must be thinking, who's this son of a gun that's
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