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Raising Stakes 19 / 23

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The back of the truck wasn’t the worst place Stan had ever been stuck. For one, it was warm. For another, the pugs’ fur was really soft. 

That was about where the upsides ended, though. The pugs wouldn’t stop wriggling, and Stan was so covered in snot and slobber that he thought he could probably slide around like a slug on his belly. And every time the truck hit a pothole, he inevitably landed on at least one of the pugs, and the pathetic whimpering noises they made were - really hard on the ears. And it stank

But the truck was carrying him across the border, and that was what really mattered. 

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