I wish I did know. I’ll probably never know.
He stopped talking and frowned.
He changed the story each time he told it.
Get a drink? Burn in hell?
Last chance to do what?
The Last Chance. The Last Chance.
They were talking in their sleep.
More important still, was it a mistake, the whole thing?
He wished, afterwards, that she had looked at him, appraised him.
She looked around the room again.
I have to go.
I have a job there.
You mean you’d go anyway? Without me?
I haven’t seen you for a couple of weeks.
Few people on the street. No traffic.
There was nothing. There was no sound at all.
He knew he would never forget her.
The unpleasant part came when he woke up.
A haunting, beautiful dream.
He always had the same dream.
Silence in the room. Stillness.
Do you still believe it?
I believed the world was mine, all I had to do was reach out and take it.
In one way or another, it happens to everybody.
Therefore, I will drive.
You act as though you were driving a royal coach.
You drive too fast.
Why? Don’t you trust my driving?
I’ll drive.
The river was redgold along the edges.
Sometimes at night he’d heard her singing.
It’s the time of year.
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