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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 motel room? It made him think about what he'd left behind. That warm bed, the couch in his library? He hoped for sleep to come. The rich man ain't the one who has the most; he's the one who needs the least.
