she checked the message.
his usual deep voice. passionate only during apologies.
the longer they were together, the more passion she endured.
excuses for wrongdoings (some she already knew, some just now coming to light) flew through the air as her phone hit the ground somewhere between arizona and new mexico.
her tires tossed dry sand behind her and she never looked back.
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