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Pickup truck sets me free finally
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On a plane headed out west to Phoenix, I sat beside a very nice man who was flying to a job interview. It was for a bank job, I remember. Over the course of four hours, we became friendly enough for him to talk of the mother who, alone, raised him and how close they were.