Urgh... Hiding in a wagon was not how I wanted to live my life. Sure, it was better than being mister perfect, but seriously... Why couldn't Ronald drive smoother?! I swear, it felt like he was purposely having the wagon go over every rut and pot hole on purpose. And knowing how petty he was... yeah, he probably was. I groan, shifting a bit to ease my aching back. Just a little longer... Wait. Why did he stop? Am I about to be discovered?
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