My body may be in the car, instinctively shifting and searching for a comfortable position, feigning the motions of someone who wants to sleep, but my mind is on fire. My mind is in the tent with Myra. In that tent Myra and I are forging a new future together, laughing and crying and moaning and forgiving each other of every wrong turn and stupid
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(seriously, please keep writing things for "us" to read)
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