she carried him because he was still half-conscious, and layed him down with a blanket and a pillow in the back seat of her convertible, and drove up the hill, down the hill, up the mountain, down the mountain, up the canyon, down the canyon, over the bridge, and drove for miles….......dwon a long, windy, twisted, complicated road….....that she called “her life”.
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