one.
we're on the run, getting menacing calls from a number i can't recognize but try to write down. it keeps changing and you're halfway down the mountain. you've done something very wrong, something you must be punished for, something i don't know. and it scares me because it means you are more dangerous than i believed.
two.
we are escaping in a taxi of sorts. in the front seat the driver and his girlfriend. we are in a foreign land - she has a shaved head with ponytail in the back. he forces her face into his lap at traffic lights and gives us the play by play.
three.
the blood pearl river - it's thick like tapioca pudding and when someone pulls a lover, the shoreline disappears. i dive in for safety.
four.
i call and he answers and i recap some variation of cliffs and explosions, hiding in the freezer of a party. i find out i had brothers i never knew and it is all so ordinary.
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