[Hours on the road, highways and byways and the midday sun makes the car hot even with the windows down. Dust has a taste in the air. The air is dry and carrying a spice of desert land. Not exactly paradise. They're passing through a boarder town off the major roads.
A burro brays. Larry isn't sure if Freddy is awake or not. Every once and awhile he pats on him to be sure he's warm and alive.
His heart hasn't stopped feeling heavy or wrenched into a vice.]
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A burro brays. Larry isn't sure if Freddy is awake or not. Every once and awhile he pats on him to be sure he's warm and alive.
His heart hasn't stopped feeling heavy or wrenched into a vice.]