We'd only been in rough stuff for a mile or so when the crashes started. "Can't carry on mate," my friend coughed as I unearthed him from a sand pit. "Welp hop in the truck, big guy," I offered with a smile and a backslap "And hangonta that roll bar like your life depends on it 'cause it's about to!"
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