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“Girls don’t ride.”
And as she turned, it was revealed by her tread that she was fireborne.
It’s strange how you can fight your way to a door, even through it, without thinking about what lies on the other side.
“Your father would be ashamed of you, girl.” And then she spits. She is taller than me; the wind and gravity carry it easily across the short distance between us, onto my face.
As I speak, I feel Annie’s fingers find mine again, roll them into hers on our knees beneath the table, and a feeling like dizziness comes over me. Hours left. And we’re still together, and she’s smiling. Smiling while she holds my hand.
You see, Annie, they watch us kneel, they see the back of our heads, and they think we’ve given in. They don’t realize you can think from your knees just as well as from your feet.
“Lee doesn’t belong to me,” I tell Crissa. “And if this is what he wants, he should have it.” I wait until she’s gone before I break down.
Watch and see how that vision will splinter, and then we will see whether you have the stomach for more.