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They stopped at a filling station in Moab. Matt pumped gas
and kenny went inside the convenience store to procure
the substantial list of snacks they’d been obsessing on for
the last hour. When Matt walked inside to pay, she opened
the guitar case and took out the syringe. The smell wafted
out—not overpowering by any means, but she wondered
if the boys would notice. She hadn’t had a chance to properly
clean everything in awhile. lucy reached up between the
seats and tested the weight of the two budweisers in the drink
holders: each about half-full. She eyed the entrance to the
store—no one coming—and shot a squirt from the syringe
into the mouth of each can.
kenny cracked a can of bud and said, “Dude, was that shit
laced?”
“What are you talking about?”
They sped through a country of red rock and buttes and
waterless arroyos.
“What we smoked.”
“i don’t think so.”
“Man, i don’t feel right. Where’d you get it?”
“From Tim. Same as always.”
lucy leaned forward and studied the double yellow line
through the windshield. after Matt drifted across for a third
time, she said, “Would you pull over please?”
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