“Man, I can hardly see in here. Bring that flashlight over here, will you?” I called to Bree who was shuffling around, looking for the toilet paper. “Give me a sec. Okay, what do you need?” She pointed the light in my direction. “I just need to find something in my bag.” She shone the light down ...
Bree shouted, slowing down to talk to me as we pedalled along Dunhuang’s quiet highway on rented bicycles. “Did you see that gross kid poopin’ in the flower pot?” I shuddered. “Don’t go there, Bree. Please?” “What? Didn’t you see him? He was like, full out, cheeks spread–” “Yes. I did. Now stop. ...