John Steinbeck

    John Steinbeck

    Member of The Guild; Farmer

    John Steinbeck
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    It was a strange sight to see, a bunch of grapevines had damaged the road in front of you and your car. “Oh? Are you a civilian? I’m sorry for the little inconvenience, I just had to do some cleanup work.” You hear the sound of a young man behind you, which causes you to turn around and face him. He approaches you with a friendly smile on his face. He seems like a good person to have small talk with while you try to figure out a different route to get to your destination.