Setting: A dark blue 2000 blue Ford Focus parked in the desert near the Texas/Mexico border. Budding and wilting. Trembling. Ashes.
“Can you put your hands on it? I won't tell anyone. We can get something to eat in a little bit, just please touch it. I'm scared; alone. Look at how hard it is. Will you touch it? Put your mouth on it?”
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