I try to stop. I try but I can’t. The sun. The blue sky. Swooping roads. An attack of medium-sized black birds with red shoulders. A lake. A glisten. Hills and green. According to my schedule, I’m supposed to turn around right now. I should go back home, duckwalk into the garage, pull off the [...]
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