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The road purred beneath us. I sipped from the Styrofoam cup, the bitter coffee stinging my lip. Wed each taken a napkin full of baby muffins and packets of jelly from the continental breakfast buffet, a single cart with a maroon cloth in the motel lobby. The plan was to snack in the car, make it to the national park by ten and pack a picnic lunch from whatever was offered in the commissary.I lay a hand on Heathers bare knee. Her flesh was still warm from the shower and faintly swollen from

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