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A dark blue car slowed as it passed the hitchhiker before pulling to the side of the road. Roy Bryant put his hand down, picked up his backpack and moved to the car, an Oldsmobile, stepping to the front passenger window to peek in. “Thanks for stopping.” The woman behind the wheel turned on the interior light and the hitchhiker realized it was a man in a green dress. “Where are you headed?” Roy said, “New Orleans.” “Me too. Jump in.” The driver turned off the interior light. Roy hesitated, started to back away before he thought, Okay. Anything to