You hear a door open, and the boom of footsteps. The distinct sound of a diesel engine was heard. You tried to peek through the hole in the “walls”, but the room shifted before you could. After you hear a few more heavy footsteps and the closing of the door, you watch as the ceiling of your cell disappeared. Now flat on your back, you are rushed into the air to greet the person who will determine your fate. The light blocked the view of their face, but it was clear from the attire they wore that they were a trucker. A Large jacket covered their body, and a hat covered their face. You watch as the person large had reached down and took you out of the box. The tucker’s body was large from a combination of the junk food and sedentary life of their work. And you knew when looking down that….
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