Mauve Boone is a short, fit, and intense woman. She is twenty-three, a recent graduate of Michigan University’s communications program, and her job requires her to drive a large box truck. It takes corners like a large, unmarked, silent boat. Her eyes spend more time in the sun visor’s mirror than on the road ahead of her.
She pulls onto the shoulder of …
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