A gentle rain began to tap at the aluminium roof of the truck topper as Joe's day drifted into darkness. So was this any improvement over a small motel room? Joe wondered. It wasn't very comfortable, and it made him think about what he'd left behind. That big warm bed, the leather couch in his library? What about all that? He'd never go there again, right? He closed his eyes and hoped for sleep to come. The rich man ain't the one who has the most; he's the one who needs the least.
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