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You saw me at the truck stop trying to get a ride. I was the white guy with the long dark scraggly windblown hair sitting on the curb with my stuff and had a sign saying where I needed to go. I thought you were going to give me a ride but you didn't. Maybe you were afraid. Maybe there was just something about the way I looked that you didn't like. Actually I'm not a threat to anybody. I'm just trying to get a ride back to Georgia to get out of this cold. I would settle for any ride going south. I'm not into drugs and drinking and such. Please help me if you can.
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