16 JAN 06
"I dreamed you and I were living in the past, I could tell by the clothes."
"Turn here." He trusted her to drive.
"I can show you on the map. The small streets. It already happened."
The way the miles collect.
"Your lack of costume is a costume in itself." She was having trouble with the decades. The sun in which they finally slept was unseasonably hot.
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