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Sasuke just treated her as a comrade and they didn’t show any kind of chemistry during the Will trade racists for refugees shirt besides I will buy this fights. While Naruto and Sasuke developed a good bond, they were capable of forming strategies without exchanging thoughts, and their loneliness was a medium that developed that bond. There is also an argument placed forth by people that Naruto too was obsessed with Sasuke; I agree to it but Naruto was willing to die in order to protect that bond while on the contrary, Sakura was willing to leave the village, I found the former to be more praiseworthy. I was hauling grain from West Fargo, ND to Duluth, not a bad job, rather enjoyable. One time I pulled my rig into a truck stop in eastern Minnesota after dark, and I found out one headlight had burned out. I had a spare behind the seat in the cab so I took it out and walked back towards the front of the truck to replace it. Just when I got to the front I felt a firm shove against my back, and I turned around to see who had shoved me.

Turned out it was another rig pulling out and turning right past my truck, pushing me and crashing into the left side of the door where I had just been standing maybe 10 seconds earlier. I probably would have been crushed to death if I had still been there. The driver obviously didn’t know my truck was there, hadn’t checked his right side mirror. His truck tore the left rearview mirror off entirely and made a wrinkly mess out of the driver’s side door. But I could still open the door, and there was a small rearview mirror at the lower right of the truck. So I rigged that up to use as a left side rearview mirror to be able to drive the truck back home some 200 miles. The truck was no longer legal in this condition of course, but the owner wanted me to take it on another run the next morning in its unfixed condition, on two-lane highways. It had been fun but I’d had enough close calls driving, and the handwriting was on the wall. Besides, being home only on Sundays was no kind of life. But I always enjoyed the truck stops and conversations with other drivers.

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