So me and Clifford hitched a ride in pick-up trucks. I was driven by a guy called Pete, who casually dropped into the conversation that his wife's niece had committed suicide on that same bridge this morning. Quite a sombre ride. Turns out Clifford's ride was a lady who was crossing to Astoria to see her new born first grand child. Ironic, but it wasn't enough to lift my mood.
So thanks to Pete for the lift, I can't believe you offered despite the events in your family. My thoughts are with you at this time.
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