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The truck began its death throes not far from the city, its nose still pointed east. Brendan sat there for a long time just as the sun was setting, staring out at the horizon and wondering what to do next.
Written, performed, and produced by Noah Welsh.
By Noah WelshThe truck began its death throes not far from the city, its nose still pointed east. Brendan sat there for a long time just as the sun was setting, staring out at the horizon and wondering what to do next.
Written, performed, and produced by Noah Welsh.