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The truckers didn’t disappear either. Roy calls me every few weeks. Eli sent me a book of stories he wrote on the road. Vince brought his daughter by one summer and let her ring the diner bell with both hands, smiling like she was ringing in a new year.
So if you ever see someone stuck, offer a hand. It won’t be perfect, it won’t be planned. But you might just open a door that changes more than one night. It might change a town. It might change you.
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