Flat tire before I was even out of the state, can you believe it? I thought I was going to beat that letter to you, but now I have my doubts. Maybe if I just drove straight through: it's only 25 hours from here, and the mechanic said I'll be ready to go first thing in the morning. I could make it, but I'm about as good at fighting sleep as I am a boxer. It probably doesn't matter anyway. Chances are just as good that you shred the letter before reading it.
I called you this morning, before I put the last of the boxes in the car. I tried your parents place, hung up right before the fourth ring. How many times in your life have you been walking away from placing an unanswered phone call, and had the phone ring right back at you? It's like an orgasm, or someone bursting a paper bag right next to your ear. It was bill collectors, the same ones that called two months ago, still trying to sniff out the last tenets of, what has just become, our old place.
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