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“Yes,” Richards said. “I felt it. I hate them, too.”
They haye what they dont know; he hates what he cant explain.
Stay close to your own people.
Richards sat up, sweating. Didn’t even have a gun, not yet. Run. Fast.
Boston would do, to start.
NY to Boston, the birth of a nation split between two cities where the start of the end of him, and civilization itself, began.
They existed up where the air was rare. He had a sudden raging urge to make this woman pull over: knock her sunglasses onto the gravel, drag her through the dirt, make her eat a stone, rape her, jump on her, knock her teeth into the air like startled digits, strip her nude and ask her if she was beginning to see the big picture, the one that runs twenty-four hours a day on channel one, where the national anthem never plays before the sign-off.
What a feeling to have. The detail is so on point.
He thought: Now the only way out is straight up to heaven.
A man told me to stay near my own people. He was more right than he knew.
Sometimes the best advice comes from the most unexpected places.
