She spent the better half of the morning cursing the night before while the wind tore through her hair. He kept his foot on the gas climbing hills and taking turns like it never mattered if they made it home. They both thought seriously of heading all the way down to Mexico, wondering who would care if they never came back. How possible is it to just leave town? To reinvent everything you are down to your name and the way you kiss? How true is the saying, where ever you go there you are? Will these trials and tricks follow them down to the tips of the earth, or if you run fast enough can you out run yourself? There was only 104 miles left in this relationship and nothing but open road for the first time in years.
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