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out of this parking lot.” “I can’t,” I said. “The car. It won’t.” “It will. You have to.” “I don’t want to,” I said. “It’s fine here. It’s got everything I need.” “David.” “I can’t. It’s just, I can’t.” My ex-lover leaned down and I turned my head to look at her. Her face was warm and glowing, and the wind in the gas station blew against it softly. “David,” she said, and leaned down to kiss me gently on the forehead. “It’s time.” “Time?” I said. “It’s time.” “I know,” I said. “I know.”

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Blue Mesa Review Issue 36  
Blue Mesa Review Issue 36