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Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Fiction, continued

She sprawled in the darkened back seat of the sedan as he veered through the narrow, familiar streets. In the rearview mirror she could see him check on her from time to time, but they did not speak. His crumpled hat lay on the seat beside him.

She watched the town blur by and wondered if her journey was ending or beginning.


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