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Show 90 i I recommend sex on the hills in the rain with the blue lightning reflecting off your lover's body. Blake I receive that message on the back of a postcard stamped in Elko, Nevada. On the front of the postcard is an old guy standing by a gas pump with a ten cent sign above it. Blake quit the vacuum specialist job a week ago, apparently to go to Elko. Thanks a lot for the recommendation. Maybe I'll ask Shannon from my study group, who makes sense of everything by bouncing it off of Jane Austen first, if she wants to drop by my squalid apartment after school, and since I have no money, maybe for fun we can walk down to the oily train station, jump on a fast train and spend a few days not showering. I don't know how Blake talked Jen into doing that with him. I went to high school with her, and back then she would no more get oil on her hands than she would stay quiet in class if someone said something that made her angry. Before he quit, Blake told me he relied on the trains and the mountains to ensure him that he would always be made well again. I was hostile to him for the rest of the shift after he said that, but I thought about what he said. They rode out from the station by my apartment and I met them there. The colors of the place were much different in the day light. Instead of sleek and liquid night, it was bright hues all over, the train tracks and immobile trains being lit up by the sun. The sky was a thorough, straight-up blue, so unvarying it seemed to |