“Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!” Budd splashed the water on the face of a man, lying down on the cold ground. Right now it was cold, but only a few hours ago, when the sun stood high, it could be a real frying pan there. He threw the bottle back in the truck body and pulled the flask of whiskey our of his jacket. He opened it and brought to the man's nose. “Hey, coyote breakfast, you're lucky that I saw you from the road, but I'm not going to freeze my ass here all night, chasing away scorpions. If you decided to die, I'm just going to keep going my way.”
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