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yunhanjing_48 ([info]yunhanjing_48) wrote,
@ 2010-06-29 01:21:00

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Ian said he'd rather charge an armed SeekerHe...
Ian said he'd rather charge
an armed SeekerHe mostly slept in the van during the day and then sat up at night, acting
as sentry
For me, it was as easy as shopping in the storesI checked us in, made conversation with the
clerkTold the story about my photographer partner and the friend who was traveling with us
(just in case someone saw all three of us enter the room)I used generic names from
unremarkable planetsSometimes we were Bats: Word Keeper, Sings the Egg Song, and Sky
RoostSometimes we were See Weeds: Twisting Eyes, Sees to the Surface, and Second
SunriseI changed the names every time, not that anyone was trying to trace our pathIt just
made Melanie feel safer to do thatAll this made her feel like a character in a human chanel jewelry movie
about espionage
The hard part, the part I really minded–not that I would say this in front of Kyle, who was so
quick to doubt my intentions–was all the taking without giving anything backIt had never
bothered me to shop in San DiegoI took what I needed and nothing moreThen I spent my
days at the university giving back to the community by sharing my knowledgeNot a taxing
Calling, but one I took seriouslyI took my turns at the less-appealing choresI did my day
collecting garbage and cleaning streets
And now I took so much more and gave nothing in returnIt made me feel selfish and wrong
It's not for yourselfIt's for others,Mel reminded me when I brooded
It still feels wrongEven you can feel that, can't you?
Don't think about mens gucci watches itwas her solution
I was glad we were on the homestretch of our long raidTomorrow we would visit our growing
cache–a moving truck we kept hidden within a day's reach of our path–and clean out the van for
the last timeJust a few more cities, a few more days, down through Oklahoma, then New
Mexico, and then a straight drive through Arizona with no stops
When we slept in hotels rather than in the crowded van, we usually checked in after dark and
left before dawn to keep the souls from getting a good look at us
Jared and Ian were beginning to realize thatThis night, because we'd had such a successful
day–the van was completely full; Kyle would have little space–and because Ian thought I looked
tired, we stopped earlyThe sun had not set balenciaga dix motorcycle when I returned to the van with the plastic key
card
The little inn was not very busyWe parked close to our room, and Jared and Ian went straight
from the van to the room in a matter of five or six steps, their eyes on the groundOn their
necks, small, faint pink lines provided camouflageJared carried a half-empty suitcaseNo one
looked at them or me
Inside, the room-darkening curtains were drawn, and the men relaxed a little bit
Ian lounged on the bed he and Jared would use, and flipped on the TVJared put the suitcase
on the table, took out our dinner–cooled greasy breaded chicken strips I'd ordered from the deli
in the last store–and passed it aroundI sat by the window, peeking through the corner at the
falling sun as I ate
“You have balenciaga london to admit, Wanda, we humans had better entertainment,” Ian teased
On the television screen, two souls were speaking their lines clearly, their bodies held with
perfect postureIt wasn't hard to pick up what was happening in the story because there wasn't
a lot of variety in the scripts souls wroteIn this one, two souls were reconnecting after a long
separationThe male's stint with the See Weeds had come between them, but he'd chosen to be
human because he guessed his partner from the Mists Planet would be drawn to these
warm-blooded hostsAnd, miracle of miracles, he'd found her here
They all had happy endings
“You have to consider the intended audienceI wish they'd run old human shows again He flipped through the channels prada milano and
frowned


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