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Rufiya
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The dusty dirt road didn't seem to end for Miranda, she was on her way to Las Vegas and she just barely got passed through the border between Nevada and California. But she knew that the end was coming, her beat up blue truck was on the verge of empty and if she wouldn't be able to hitch-hike she would be screwed.
After about another mile or so, the sound of her engine popping and eventually dying signaled it was over for Ol' Betty. She used the last gust of life to drive it off and next to the road. She got out sighing, shielding her eyes from the sun as she popped open the hood, backing up with it spat a putrid cloud of black smoke.
"Well Damn." Miranda muttered to herself, climbing to the back of her truck and onto the top to sit and wait for a ride. She extended her hand out, thumb up seeing another car on the horizon.
"Please. Please. Please." Miranda whispered to herself.
After about another mile or so, the sound of her engine popping and eventually dying signaled it was over for Ol' Betty. She used the last gust of life to drive it off and next to the road. She got out sighing, shielding her eyes from the sun as she popped open the hood, backing up with it spat a putrid cloud of black smoke.
"Well Damn." Miranda muttered to herself, climbing to the back of her truck and onto the top to sit and wait for a ride. She extended her hand out, thumb up seeing another car on the horizon.
"Please. Please. Please." Miranda whispered to herself.