“Don’t you want to leave?”
I am showing her around; it’s late evening, and we’ve just emerged onto the playing fields. There’s not much to see here, but she pretends to be fascinated by the flat, uncompromising view before us, and I have to repeat my question.
“Don’t be stupid,” she grits out, “They’d catch us and bring us back right away.”
“But –”
“Forget it,” says Margaux Thayer. “We aren’t going anywhere.”
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-----Emily Dickinson
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