She had an outline of Montana on her side. Are you from there, I asked. No, she said, but I'll die there. When are you going to head out? I don't want to be there long, she told me. I don't want to live there for years and years, I'm not looking for a life. I only want to die there. Seems like a good sendoff. I didn't ask how she would accomplish this. I did ask well, what would happen if you passed on someplace else? Well, she said, I guess I'd like to come back and try again.
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