a cure for the common block

John Doe

Sam slung his duffel bag over his shoulder and wiped the sleep from his eyes; he had a long day ahead and many things were uncertain, where he would sleep, what/if he would eat, if he could hitch a ride. The truth was none of those things mattered, in the long run, what kept him awake at night wasn’t wondering if he’d reach home – that was inevitable – what ate at him was wondering if they’d take him back, if they’d forgive him. Sam had no reason to worry, of course they’d forgive him, that’s the unconditional bond of family, but it was silly for him to assume he’d make it home, putting so much trust in the people who pick up homeless hitchhikers.

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