The shoreline marred by these long-necked creatures, these progressively more aggressive angels of Progress. The way we fly, on their backs, their wings. Like the scent of hot tea in my nose, tinting my mind with its particular flavor of awareness. You take every opportunity to remind me of the gulf between us. I'm afraid to ask you for the company car. Maybe the voice on the other line is right: I'm silly and too young and too eager to try. But it's my life, my path to lose, and I'll be damned if a map's as fun as an adventure.
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