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Thursday, March 4th, 2010

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    12:43a
    Instead she focused on her raging desire to be...
    Instead she focused on her raging desire to be away from here, to be moving
    toward her objectiveHer anxiety leaked through to me, and I walked faster
    I carried the stack to the car and set it on the ground beside the passenger door
    “Let me help you with that
    I jerked up to see the other man from the store, a plastic bag in his hand, standing beside me
    “Ah… thank you,” I finally managed, my pulse thudding behind my ears
    We waited, Melanie tensed as if to run, while he lifted our acquisitions into the car
    There's nothing to fearHe's being kind, too
    She continued to watch him distrustfully
    “Thank you,” I said again as he shut the door
    He walked off to his own vehicle without a backward glance at usI climbed into my seat and
    grabbed the bag of potato chips
    Look at the map,she saidait till he's out of sight
    No one is prada handbags sale watching us,I promised herBut, with a sigh, I unfolded the map and ate with one
    handIt was probably a good idea to have some sense of where we were headed
    Wherearewe headed? I asked here've found the starting point, so what now?
    Look around,she commandedf we can't see it here, we'll try the south side of the peak
    See what?
    She placed the memorized image before me: a ragged zigzagging line, four tight switchbacks,
    the fifth point strangely blunt, like it was brokenNow I saw it as I should, a jagged range of
    four pointed mountain peaks with the broken-looking fifth…
    I scanned the skyline, east to west across the northern horizonIt was so easy it felt false, as
    though I'd made the image up onlyafter seeing the mountain silhouette that created the
    northeast line of the horizon
    That's it,Melanie almost sang in her dior handbag excitementet's go! She wanted me to be out of the car,
    on my feet, moving
    I shook my head, bending over the map againThe mountain ridge was so far in the distance I
    couldn't guess at the miles between us and itThere was no way I was walking out of this
    parking lot and into the empty desert unless I had no other option
    Let's be rational,I suggested, tracing my finger along a thin ribbon on the map, an unnamed
    road that connected to the freeway a few miles east and then continued in the general direction
    of the range
    Sure,she agreed complacently
    We found the unpaved road easilyIt was just a pale scar of flat dirt through the sparse
    shrubbery, barely wide enough for one vehicleI had a feeling that the road would be overgrown
    with lack of use in a different region–some place with more vital vegetation, unlike the chanel replica bag free shipping desert
    plants that needed decades to recover from such a violationThere was a rusted chain stretched
    across the entrance, screwed into a wooden post on one end, looped loosely around another post
    at the otherI moved quickly, pulling the chain free and piling it at the base of the first post,
    hurrying back to my running car, hoping no one would pass and stop to offer me helpThe
    highway stayed clear as I drove onto the dirt and then rushed back to refasten the chain
    We both relaxed when the pavement disappeared behind usI was glad that there was
    apparently no one left I would have to lie to, whether with words or silenceAlone, I felt less of
    a renegade
    Melanie was perfectly at home here in the middle of nothingShe knew the names of all the
    spiny plants around usShe hummed their names to herself, greeting them like chanel jumbo bag old friends
    Creosote, ocotillo, cholla, prickly pear, mesquite…
    Away from the highway, the trappings of civilization, the desert seemed to take on a new life
    for MelanieThough she appreciated the speed of the jolting car–our vehicle didn't have the
    ground clearance necessary for this off-road trip, as the shocks reminded me with every pit in the
    dirt–she itched to be on her feet, loping through the safety of the baking desert
    We would probably have to walk, and all too soon for my taste, but when that time came, I
    doubted it would satisfy herI could feel the real desire beneath the surfaceTo move
    her body to the familiar rhythm of her long stride with only her will for guidanceFor a moment,
    I allowed myself to see the prison that was life without a bodyTo be carried inside but unable
    to influence the shape around gucci silver bag

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