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Show 109 "Definitely," I say. "Let's do it again sometime," she is saying, smiling, knowing that if this is ever to happen again, she would have to make it happen again. "I'm all for it," I return as she is pushing the rattling TV stand out of my room. It is 2:00 a.m. and I know that tonight I will dream of orange ducks' feet freezing solid into a big pond during an unseasonable Arctic cold snap. No matter, They will just fly up into the sky together anyway, lifting that big old frozen pond, taking it with them on their journey, depositing it later just wherever they please. I close my eyes and the last thing I remember is putting the car in gear and stepping hard on the accelerator. |