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By Shango DeRenault in stories —

Back Up… and I’ll Back It Up

He didn’t wave. He didn’t shout. He simply planted his feet in the dust, lifted his thumb, and let his body do the rest. In the dry heat, his silhouette shimmered — a promise, a warning, a fantasy with a backpack.

Back Up… and I’ll Back It Up
The desert heat isn’t what makes drivers slow down — he does. Backpack on, nothing else, thumb out, hips angled like a dare. “Back Up… and I’ll Back It Up” captures a hitchhiker whose invitation is written in the curve of the road… and the curve of something else entirely. The desert heat isn’t what makes drivers slow down — he does. Backpack on, nothing else, thumb out, hips angled like a dare. “Back Up… and I’ll Back It Up” captures a hitchhiker whose invitation is written in the curve of the road… and the curve of something else entirely.
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