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The roadside was not interesting at this hour. It was half past seven in the morning on a Wednesday in November, which is to say it was during the transition from night to day, from the quiet hours when the trucks rumbled past like distant thunder to the noisy hours when they rumbled past like immediate annoyance, and in between there was a period of maybe twenty minutes, half past seven to...
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