What can I tell you? Down by the road, it always starts the same way. A truck arrives, heavy and dusty from the road, and slowly backs up to the ramp. The engine hums for a moment, as if catching its breath after a long drive, and then the bed opens. The grain pours down in a mighty stream, the grains rustling and bouncing off the metal like a light rain. For a moment, it seems like just an ordin...
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