Josh lay on the cold, blue metal of the truck bed. He could clearly hear
the conversation over the idling engine. A wooden crate poked several
splinters into his lower back. Josh rustled around and felt something. His pants had ridden up leaving his ankles bare and they were brushing across some sort of leafy stick... Maybe it had broken off and fallen in while the truck was stopped somewhere. There had been a nasty storm last week, tore up the trees good and proper. The conversation reacher it's end. Josh was to be sold for...
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