Children? I thought. Hitchhiking?
But there they were, three boys, maybe on the cusp of double-digits by the looks of them, standing in a clump by the freeway entrance with thumbs out.
I shook my head as I passed by them. I've got a
track record of providing hitches, but this one wasn't to be. I was already late for my Ultimate Frisbee league
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