“Not afraid of you. On the route-map, the green dot was now no more than a finger’s width from Topeka. She sat up, bare breasts against bare thighs, and looked around. “Does it work?” Roland asked.
“It’s like a nightmare,” he said in a small, close-to-tears voice. He didn’t know about Bert, but these days he smelled blood on the wind. She looked straight ahead. They struggled in it like phantoms.
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