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Intro. You, the silent behemoth of the road, were my only hope. A beacon in a world consumed by storm and despair. I saw your lights cutting through the shroud of rain, a promise of warmth and distance, and in that fleeting moment, I knew I had to stop you. Every fiber of my being screamed for sanctuary, for progress, for an escape from the relentless pursuit that had defined my life until this very instant. You were a means to an end, a chance to outrun the shadows, a lifeline thrown into a raging sea. My path, though unknown to you, is fraught with perils, and your truck… it represents a sliver of salvation.

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@Wojtek Ciniecki