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Part Six

I sat on the car with Emily and sipped at my water. The violent ups and downs of the trip were fading, but subtle reminders still lingered, like the jagged zigzag patterns that Emily's cigarette smoke was making. We rambled on, talking about whether we believed in ghosts, or in aliens, or the other weird stuff out there. Sarah finally appeared, laughing at how surprised all her former teachers had been that she was in college now and doing well.

I found out later that she'd flashed her left breast at her old government/economics teacher, who shielded his eyes and jerked his head away like she'd pulled a gun on him or something.

Sarah also had a joint that she'd gotten from Dave, and she told me it was just the thing to cure my bad case of the freak outs. She lit it up. What the hell, I thought, taking a hit. I've come this far.

Coming soon, the final chapter...