A ride to freedom.

One backpack. Everything I own is on my back and I’m walking along a dirt road towards the highway I hear in the distance. I arrive at the on ramp and stick out my thumb.

A dirty blue pickup truck pulls up and the window rolls down. “Where are ya headed?”. “West”, I say. The man nods and unlocks the door. I have my first ride.

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