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Semi-truck Sentiment

“Oh no!” my son cried.

He pointed with concern to the semi-truck merging into the lane beside us.

We flipped our eyes to the right and noted the energetic engine without a load bustling around the bend of highway 512.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Nothing to us.

But my son sighed worriedly, “poor little guy. He doesn’t have anything to carry.”


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