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Would I end up following a black hearse through the rain with the words "got bodies?" in white across the back window.
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Olympus, Maine
“Where the fuck am I?”
Abby looked from the cheerfully blinking GPS on her dashboard to the dark evergreens crowding around her. The GPS was convinced they were on Route 1 to Bangor. Abby wasn’t so sure, since it had been at least an hour since she’d seen a road sign that said anything other than a speed limit. She’d gone through a few nameless little towns, always following the directions chirped out in a cheerful voice, her heart sinking along with the sun. Now, the last rays of gold were dying somewhere to her left and she could hear, faintly, the sound of the sea. But no signs for Bangor.
( And follow me to the woods... )
“Where the fuck am I?”
Abby looked from the cheerfully blinking GPS on her dashboard to the dark evergreens crowding around her. The GPS was convinced they were on Route 1 to Bangor. Abby wasn’t so sure, since it had been at least an hour since she’d seen a road sign that said anything other than a speed limit. She’d gone through a few nameless little towns, always following the directions chirped out in a cheerful voice, her heart sinking along with the sun. Now, the last rays of gold were dying somewhere to her left and she could hear, faintly, the sound of the sea. But no signs for Bangor.
( And follow me to the woods... )
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