The big yellow bus rumbled along, flattening the grasses along the edge of the road. The fence posts for the ranches the bus was passing stood in line, keeping the fence wires in place, though here and there a sprouting post had already become a tree again. Rain had moistened the land and there were puddles in the road;
Joe, a friend of mine, was unwell. Even after consulting many doctors for over three months and taking numerous medications, there was no relief. They had him undergo many medical tests such as x-rays and scans, and they also examined the blood work, but no one could figure out the illness he was ailing from.
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