If something were to happen you know where to find me. I have a bag packed—this you know—and it's in the back of the closet, just like we talked about. I gas up the car every night and it never gets more than half empty. I have maps. I have cash. I have a stellar list of music lined up for wherever we take ourselves.
Because if something happens, we'll have to get away. We'll have to take ourselves, our lives, to places unknown and set shop up there. I'd like to keep my name, I'd like you to keep yours. But I know that's not realistic. I have a list of names. I like some of them fine.
If something were to happen we'd meet right where we said we would. Time would be of the essence, time would not be on our side. Time rarely it. It so rarely is.
But after things settled I think it'd be fine. Us, you and I, we'd be fine. I could start over like so many times before. I could be just about anyone or anything, I think, if I had to. And if something were to happen, if everything goes wrong, I'm glad I'd have you by my side. It would almost be romantic, if it weren't so terrifying.
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