The Girl At The End Of The World - Plot & Excerpts
With just a few clouds in the bright blue sky and a little breeze coming through the trees, it would have been easy to mistake the day for any other where cars filled with tourists and hikers and families out on picnics would have been threading their way along the road, a typical SoCal day in paradise. We had had it so good, and sometimes had even remembered to be grateful. But even when you didn’t take the time to appreciate what you had, it was still okay: short of a major earthquake, everyone knew that California would still be there the next day with its beaches and mountains, Mickey Mouse and all the beautiful people. There was always more time to be thankful, more time for everything. But the beautiful people were all gone now. And some of them had started to smell. I’d spent the last couple of days in Pasadena, finding a motorcycle shop and learning to ride after studying eHow and YouTube videos.
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