INTO THE MOUTH OF THE WOLF - ERIN GOUGH
Iris Moretti was sick of the road. She would never admit this to her mother, but it was true. She hated the engine noise. She hated the smell of exhaust. She hated the petrol station toilets with their damp loo paper and puddled floors. She hated crowded cap sites and shop-bought sandwiches and dashboard dice. She hated speed cameras and stashing her clothes in overnight bags an the in-betweenness and the passing-throughness sand the never, ever staying long.
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