It was a lousy sign. Cheap yellow poster board, sun-battered and rain-spotted. Ink fading and streaked. Two words, “Apprentice wanted.” A phone number. Stuck by the side of the road like a tired hitchhiker who knew no one would ever stop.
It was a lousy sign. Cheap yellow poster board, sun-battered and rain-spotted. Ink fading and streaked. Two words, “Apprentice wanted.” A phone number. Stuck by the side of the road like a tired hitchhiker who knew no one would ever stop.
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