By Polly

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By June he was in Pennsylvania.

Choosing a destination hadn't been difficult. He didn't care where he went.

Getting out of Cascade hadn't been a challenge either. He'd hitched to the nearest truck stop, showed his CDL, and volunteered to team drive.

He tried not to think about how many times Jim had refused to see who he was - who he'd been - but as he drove along the interstate at three in the morning, he wondered how a man with such supernatural eyesight could be so deliberately blind.

They'd told him over and over.

He wasn't a cop.

Fin

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