Users Who Spiked
The fog of a Marlboro red floated out of my cracked window. Her boot still covered in dust from the night and days before rested on the dash. I can't remember what song played on the radio, but she knew every word. She dragged a finger along the red line in the book that lay across her lap. She was leading us to somewhere as the song ended and another began. She lit a Marlboro for me to share. "Lets stop here" and she pointed to a red dot on the page. The song played on as she took a drag from my cigarette and began to sing; she knew every word as the miles past beneath us leading us to somewhere.
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