"Howdy Stranger," The Blond Trucker with tattoos called, "Need a ride?" Her face was stone cold despite the offer. Tipping her hat away.
"Y'know we can't have hitchhikers Tanna, we don't have any space on our truck." The Auburn hair trucker, with closed eyes and a little nose ring, responded with a smile.
"But Danna, they're pretty." Tanna pouts, her face is still stone cold though.
"Lez' the pretty lad could shrink in size, ain't no way to have her along." Danna smiles again.
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