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'
You
ever
go
there
,
Linda
?
’
He
put
his
jacket
on
.
'
No
,
’
she
said
,
'
but
I
tried
.
After
I
first
came
,
an
’
I
was
bored
.
Anyway
,
I
figured
it
’
s
a
city
,
maybe
I
could
find
some
shit
.
’
She
grimaced
.
'
I
wasn
’
t
even
sick
,
I
just
wanted
it
.
So
I
took
food
in
a
can
,
mixed
it
real
wet
,
because
I
didn
’
t
have
another
can
for
water
.
An
’
I
walked
all
day
,
an
’
I
could
see
it
,
sometimes
,
city
,
an
’
it
didn
’
t
seem
too
far
.
But
it
never
got
any
closer
.
An
’
then
it
wasgettin
’
closer
,
an
’
I
saw
what
it
was
.
Sometimes
that
day
it
had
looked
kinda
like
it
was
wrecked
,
or
maybe
nobody
there
,
an
’
other
times
I
thought
I
’
d
see
light
flashin
’
off
a
machine
,
cars
or
somethin
’
.
.
.
’
Her
voice
trailed
off
.
'
What
is
it
?
’
'
This
thing
,
’
she
gestured
around
at
the
fireplace
,
the
dark
walls
,
the
dawn
outlining
the
doorway
,
'
where
we
live
.
It
gets
smaller
,
Case
,
smaller
,
closer
you
get
to
it
.
’
Pausing
one
last
time
,
by
the
doorway
.
'
You
ask
your
boy
about
that
?
’
'
Yeah
.
He
said
I
wouldn
’
t
understand
,
an
’
I
was
wastin
’
my
time
.
Said
it
was
,
was
like
.
.
.
an
event
.
An
’
it
was
our
horizon
.
Event
horizon
,
he
called
it
.
’
The
words
meant
nothing
to
him
.
He
left
the
bunker
and
struck
out
blindly
,
heading
-
he
knew
,
somehow
-
away
from
the
sea
.
Now
the
hieroglyphs
sped
across
the
sand
,
fled
from
his
feet
,
drew
back
from
him
as
he
walked
.
'
Hey
,
’
he
said
,
'
it
’
s
breaking
down
.
Bet
you
know
,
too
.
What
is
it
?
Kuang
?
Chinese
icebreaker
eating
a
hole
in
your
heart
?
Maybe
the
Dixie
Flatline
’
s
no
pushover
,
huh
?
’
He
heard
her
call
his
name
.
Looked
back
and
she
was
following
him
,
not
trying
to
catch
up
,
the
broken
zip
of
the
French
fatigues
flapping
against
the
brown
of
her
belly
,
pubic
hair
framed
in
torn
fabric
.
She
looked
like
one
of
the
girls
on
the
Finn
’
s
old
magazines
in
Metro
Holografix
come
to
life
,
only
she
was
tired
and
sad
and
human
,
the
ripped
costume
pathetic
as
she
stumbled
over
clumps
of
salt
-
silver
sea
grass
.
And
then
,
somehow
,
they
stood
in
the
surf
,
the
three
of
them
,
and
the
boy
’
s
gums
were
wide
and
bright
pink
against
his
thin
brown
face
.
He
wore
ragged
,
colorless
shorts
,
limbs
too
thin
against
the
sliding
blue
-
gray
of
the
tide
.
