Hundreds of cars passed by me without slowing down.
Weirdly, I could swear they were all speeding up and swerving into the distant lane on purpose. It seemed as though they had something against my desperate, cold thumb that I was dangling over the edge of the highway in the hope that someone would take pity on me and pull over.
“Damn. Hitchhiking is ha…
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